Up In The Air Junior Birdmen…
March 30th, 2010 § Leave a Comment
Today is the kind of day that Icarus looked up at the skies and said: “What the Hell… I think I’ll try on those wax wings and give this a shot.”
Skies that are literally Robin’s egg blue. The kind of clouds that almost beg you to lie on your back and try to figure out what shape they are morphing into. First a Snoopy, then a dragon, then a 1968 Volkswagen Beetle. Wind that may or may not be actually whisping quietly and moving the ice storm damaged branches a little “to” and then a little “fro”.
My office manager and Corgi companion Chloe whined for more ball playing today then any other day in the year 2010. It was her dragging me outside for a quick throw (or three hundred) of the tennis ball that made me look up to an-out-like-a-lamb March flying environment. You would think that Chloe would emulate the dog and butterfly from the Heart song of yore and scamper after big winged former caterpillars. There were a few around today — good luck to them when the temps drop again tonight. A tennis ball dog would never chase a butterfly unless that is the brand name of a new kind of tennis ball.
Federal Aviation Regulations can suck it on a day like today. Afternoons like this one weren’t made for petty bureaucrats to regulate and squish the fun out of. No check rides should be given on a day like this. As a matter of fact, the FAA should have just gone home.
Shame on all the airline passengers enjoying the skies over my house today who had their window shades pulled down so they could play a computer game. They missed what was probably the best flying day of the decade.
I missed it too. Shackeled by writing deadlines, economically weakened by sucking at my last job and facing a severe shortage of flyable airplanes today I stayed on the ground like a gravity-burdened Water Buffalo who is constatly beset by ravening packs of tennis ball hungry Corgis.
