What day is today? Monday!!!
Otherwise known as “Why did I choose to seek a higher education when it means having to get up at 7 am on Monday again like I’ve done for the last 13 years” day!
In order to combat the Mondays, I’ll recap on the events from the weekend.
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Brady and King Air 300PU landed back at KLAF around 8:40. Seeing as he was nice enough to provide me with the spare key to the Camry in case of whatever, I utilized the car by sitting in it – out of the pouring rain and howling wind. Lovely flying weather! …if you’re a King Air.
We hauled off and had dinner at Steak n’ Shake, which is a landmark fast food chain here in the Midwest. They, along with Culver’s, are known for “butter burgers”. Basically it’s glorified cubed steak. Don’t tell them that the New Englander said that. These flatlanders value their butter burgers like it’s no one’s business. But I will attest that the banana shakes at S n’ S are second to none. I’m a banana nut, anyway. Must be the 99% monkey DNA correlation. Shhh…. don’t tell the Vatican I said that.
Moving on!
Saturday night ended early. Sunday morning started earlier. I was supposed to go on a cross-country flight at 11:30 am. I got up for a brief trip to the fridge at 2:30 am and saw that there was a missed call from my flight instructor. Knowing that he only calls at the very last minute to make drastic changes to my schedule, I headed for the milk carton and let the phone be.
At 9:30 am I finally decided that I should probably check my phone. Sure enough, it was my flight instructor calling to tell me that he figured it would be better for me to get the rest of my solo time out of the way instead of jumping into the cross country. Therefore, my Sunday slot was cancelled. Brady laughed, saying that I’ll never get another Sunday slot because they penalize people who cancel them. And it wasn’t even my fault. Go figure.
Now that the day was free, we decided to go golfing. Brady booked a tee time for 1:10 at the Kampen course. We had breakfast/lunch and headed out the door. Little did we know that there was a surprise waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs on the second floor of the apartment complex….
I kept hearing a thunking sound. The only time I’ve heard it is when one of my baby birds is anxious to get out of the box and fly around. I was carrying Brady’s golf shoes, the golf balls, and the keys… he had everything else. I walked down the stairs ahead of him and saw a gray object near the big window in the corner. It was a bird! But it was on the outside. I thought “That’s awful stupid… no one is that eager to get in here. Wait a minute…”
Brady was slightly upset that I dropped his golf balls and Nike golf shoes. That was until he saw me running to an exhausted sparrow that was trapped inside. My mother bird instincts could once again be put to use! This hasn’t happened since I took care of Lucy the robin over 1 year ago. This poor thing was going insane, and I tried to calm it down right off the bat. I grabbed the hand towel from Brady’s golf bag and put it over the bird to calm it down for five seconds, then threw the towel off and caught it. It’s an old Lucy trick that worked every time.
Poor Brady just stood there without a clue as to what to do (typical guy). He then got the idea to run ahead and open the door downstairs. The little sparrow calmed down right off the bat once I had her cupped in my hands and next to my chest… another Lucy trick. Once we got outside and the bird saw her friends in the tree, she tried to push her way out of my hands. I counted to three and off she went. My one good deed for the day!
We retrieved the golf stuff that was scattered about the second floor hallway and proceeded to the course. It was very breezy until the 8th hole when the sun finally decided to show up for the party. Good thing I wore my black sport jacket. I don’t like talking too much about golf… I have a slight resentment toward it seeing as the only clubs that exist for a person like me must be custom ordered for over $1000 bucks. Sometimes it sucks being an oddball.
The one funny thing (not to Brady) was that his driver broke clean off during a perfect swing. It takes a lot for him to get angry. Apparently a barely-used kaput driver does the trick. But he calmed down. Damn “Type A” personality.
Once we were done with golfing, we proceeded back to the apartment and Brady cooked steak on the grill. I don’t know what it is with guys and the grill. It’s almost like a tattoo – for some reason it elevates their self-esteem like nothing else. Hey, if it means food, I’m not complaining.
The only bugger was that I was doing the dishes and the faucet decided to convert into a water fountain. Believe it or not, it is exactly like the movies. You turn the water on and water spurts from the base of the faucet into your face. I don’t know who was laughing harder, me or Brady. Nevertheless, a call was made to the landlord and he has yet to see the results.
And that was the weekend.
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Today hasn’t been that exciting… just a few classes here and there. Really nothing special to write about – the weekend was much more fun.
Have to wrap this up… more important things to do. As always.