Every time a bell rings
I might have named this post Early Wings, because that's really what it's about.
As in, Andrew got his wings three days early.
I guess in the United States Air Force, when they finish the course, rather than stay on schedule, they wing it.
Meghan missed the big moment. She has yet to pack her suitcase for the trip to San Antonio.
I imagine she and Andrew will have a good time together anyway, seeing the sights.
He plans to show her the bleachers under which I cowered in 2007 when it was one hundred twenty degrees and we were obliged to sit there throughout Andrew's ring ceremony.
At one point I had to go underneath where there was some shade, lest I burst into flames.
And the airline had lost our luggage so although I'd had a good night's rest the night before and a refreshing shower that morning, I hadn't changed clothes in two days.
Yes, that is the last time I participated in air travel. And if all goes well, it's the last time I ever will.
Unless Johnny sends a Gulfstream G650 and requests that I join him on location, that is, first texting me: Wheels up in thirty, Jennifer.
Unlikely. But I will pack a bag and leave it by the door just in case.
Last evening -- well before dark, when owls attack, thank you very much -- Erica and I were giving Javier walkies.
That dog loves his walkies. He is a walking fool.
And it is October now and you may remember that as my favorite month of the year. I am an Octoberphile.
And it has nothing to do with the holiday which takes place on the last day of October, which I ignore.
Anyway, Erica spotted a bat flying through the air. How Octoberish, I thought.
We watched as said varmint flew into a tree and immediately hung himself upside down from a twig.
He folded his wings and did an impersonation of a dead leaf.
He's very good at impersonations. If I hadn't seen the precise spot where he attached himself, I would never have spotted him in the tree.
For one thing, bats are not big. In lore they are huge, inky black, needle-fanged, eerily hirsute creatures, but in truth they are about the size of a mouse.
And the same color. They are however, exceedingly homely. I would venture to say mice are cuter.
So I got me a long stick and I had to reach but I was able to whack gently at a branch near the bat.
He responded by spreading his webbed wings briefly. It was so SPOOKEH!
Then I whacked again and he flew away.
And that is all for now.
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Happy Wednesday ~ Happy Week
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Reader Comments (7)
Congratulations to Andrew. You sure do get to go on some wonderful adventures.
Congratulations to Andrew - and to you and TG too! Another proud moment.
Now you need to tell me - who is Meghan? girlfriend...? :)
Stay away from bats!
Just came home from "walkies" with the Boston Terrorist. She too is a "walking fool"; won't take no for an answer when she is ready to go! I feel the same as you about flying - but I have had to adjust since the hubby is a flight away still. I even looked out the window a little bit the last time I made the trek! Congratulations to Andrew- I know you're all very proud!
Congrats to Andrew. Do you get your wings for making the bat fly?
@ irene ... thanks doll. We take our fun where we can find it. Preferably without losing sight of our front door.
@ Mari ... girl you missed a post. Yes, she is is lovely girl. We think she's the bee's knees. Fingers crossed for eternal romance of the marital variety!
@Sydney ... was just thinking about you this morning, as I put your number into my new iPhone (YAY). Boston Terrorist, LOLOL. I admire you for looking out of the window of the plane. It's the takeoffs, the landings, and the turbulence that keep me land-bound. *shudder*
@Skunky ... why no, come to think, I did not. I shall apply for some immediately but in my case the first wings I see will likely be angel ones ... LOL
Oh what a great big sea for Andrew and how proud you and the Mr. must be! For some reason i am so excited about this. I think it must be the ( i have an Andrew too thing) mom in me. Is he still in San Antonio? I will be there in a few weeks for work down on the River Walk. Would be thrilled to meet one of the greats.
I love reading your posts.
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@Jan/Sallie ... Hey girl, I'm not sure when he's leaving Lackland. I don't think he'll be there two more weeks though! I know he would love to see you. He's a great guy. Love to you and yours.