last book i've read: I'd like to begin Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen. Any day now....
currently caressing my ears: Mutemath's song Chaosgeneral mood: tranquil, sanguine
quote: "To me every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle." --Walter Chrysler
Today I had the fortune of visiting the kitty I hope to adopt, if all goes well. Her name is Monique, a 9-month-old tortie that's an adorable love bug, the kind of personality I adore. I am thrilled to think I might have a companion to live with in the coming weeks. I already gave the humane society my application to process, and after they call my references and landlord, I will hopefully be on my way to having a new pet. It's just the thing I need, a purr box to cuddle and grow old with. And she is terribly adorable. Simply, I can't wait.
On the flying side of things, I now have at least one hour of solo time (yeah, all by myself, without my instructor present). The first time I went, I was a bundle of nerves, but after getting in the flight pattern and the second time around, it felt like I had been doing it my whole life. It's an incredible feeling. I've been learning to fly for almost exactly 9 months (since middle of last July), and even though the weather delayed my first solo flight, I am pretty proud of myself with my progress and where I'm at. Steve tells me it'll be another year and half before I have my commercial pilot's license, and I predict it'll take me just a bit longer. But mostly I know this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. Flying trumps all previous ventures in life, even though the academic ones were intellectually stimulating, and flying is much more stressful on my body than anything I've ever done. Everytime I fly, I clench the yoke like there's no tomorrow! It's not good for my circulation, but Steve tells me my tension will fade with time. Hope so.
Also, my new artichoke Mountain Hardward fleece is the bomb. I'll post pictures of my in my new jacket with the single engine Beechcraft Sundowner I fly as soon as I can.
quote: "To me every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle." --Walter Chrysler
Today I had the fortune of visiting the kitty I hope to adopt, if all goes well. Her name is Monique, a 9-month-old tortie that's an adorable love bug, the kind of personality I adore. I am thrilled to think I might have a companion to live with in the coming weeks. I already gave the humane society my application to process, and after they call my references and landlord, I will hopefully be on my way to having a new pet. It's just the thing I need, a purr box to cuddle and grow old with. And she is terribly adorable. Simply, I can't wait.
On the flying side of things, I now have at least one hour of solo time (yeah, all by myself, without my instructor present). The first time I went, I was a bundle of nerves, but after getting in the flight pattern and the second time around, it felt like I had been doing it my whole life. It's an incredible feeling. I've been learning to fly for almost exactly 9 months (since middle of last July), and even though the weather delayed my first solo flight, I am pretty proud of myself with my progress and where I'm at. Steve tells me it'll be another year and half before I have my commercial pilot's license, and I predict it'll take me just a bit longer. But mostly I know this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. Flying trumps all previous ventures in life, even though the academic ones were intellectually stimulating, and flying is much more stressful on my body than anything I've ever done. Everytime I fly, I clench the yoke like there's no tomorrow! It's not good for my circulation, but Steve tells me my tension will fade with time. Hope so.
Also, my new artichoke Mountain Hardward fleece is the bomb. I'll post pictures of my in my new jacket with the single engine Beechcraft Sundowner I fly as soon as I can.
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