8.6.2002


Update: Winds are gusting to thirty miles per hour here which is apparently beyond the operational capacity of the little plane I'd be sitting in. The conversation with the flight school went something like this:

Flight School: It's pretty windy out. Why don't we reschedule your lesson.
Me: Sounds good. The trees are whipping around pretty good here.
Flight School: Yeah, you could go up, but you'd never want to again.
Me: Ha ha ha. Are you trying to scare me? I'm not afraid of anything!
Flight School: Did you mumble something just then?
Me: No.

So, the lesson got rescheduled until next Monday when frogs will surely fall from the sky. Can you fly then?
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8.5.2002


Today's my birthday and my father got me the best present ever. I've been blabbing for months about how I want to take flying lessons, but I hadn't actually gotten around to doing anything about it. He went to his local airport and bought me a flight training kit which has all the books and supplies you need to get your license. Last night before I went to sleep, I read all about maneuvers in sigle engine planes. Today, I called and signed up for lessons -- my first one is tomorrow at 2. I'm so, so excited.
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