06/08 3eme semaine/ 3rd week

Ca y'est c'est fait. J'ai enfin recupere le planeur, apres l'avoir essaye a Albuquerque. Des conditions faramineuses la bas, avec un plafond a 12,000 pieds AGL, ce qui nous fait le FL180 a l'altimetre, en plein dans la zone d'arrivee de l'aeroport... Ca et des varios a 6M/S plantes pendant 10 minutes, du jamais vu meme dans les Alpes!

Helas, il m'a fallu faire trois vols pour corriger certaines choses. Je suis monte a 11,ooo pieds AGL et redescendu aussi sec en 24 minutes!!! Impressionnant!

J'ai maintenant des freins. Un badin qui fonctionne, et un vario pas encore correcte, mais quand meme mieux que ce que j'avais avant. Maintenant, c'est la radio qui ne marche plus bien, ca m'apprendra a acheter un truc pas cher!

Florence en attendant, a decouvert le papier toilette. Pour la trouver dans la maison, il suffit de suivre la bande de papier.

Let's see. Richard has been home on vacation but I am sure that it hasn't felt like one. We've been handling a plethora of to-do's, those little and not so little items that can seem to just swallow your free time, your sanity, and anything else not nailed down.

For one, we decided to clean up our neighbor's yard, long abandoned, just another in a long line of foreclosures. The yard was horrific, weeds as tall as an elephant's eye. We weren't so much worried about the eye sore, though my artistic side hating seeing it each day, but more the crickets and, then, the scorpions it attracted. Not to mention the Black Widows and Recluses. Ah, Arizona.....

So we spent tough hours braving the 115 in the shade and pretty much got it down, minus one trip to the doctor's for me for tetanus - due to a bite by a very large desert thorn.

Then we had to clean up our own yards, the back yard of which is akin to a national forest.

Then we had to switch out Florence's ceiling fan, a Godsend in keeping down cooling bills but which went on the fritz do to a ditz of a loser handyman whom we hired to install it, failing to make any attempt at making the support bracket even moderately close to level so that the fan kept clangity clangity clanging until it broke. Sighhhhhhhhhh....

Oh then we had to work again on her newly created twin size crib, as we made the sides too tall for me to get over without reopening my Cesearian stiches each time, pretty much having to rip out the old sides and install new ones.

And then we're looking to upgrade her bed to a - I kid you not - queen size crib as our little munkin ain't so little and even in her twin crib gets caught and cranky and, thus, wakes up just a million more times thatn Mom can handle.

That's what you get with a girl just shy of three feet tall at only 1 year of age. Return of the Amazons, I suppose.

But, who cares. She's a cutie beyond belief, so darn easy going that she teaches us lessons. She's walking without mishap though I must admit she's a bit of an absent minded professor, so enthralled in something she's working on that she'll walk right into a wall and look at you like "Who put that there?"

She's talking, alot. That's her big developmental milestone of late. She repeats EVERYTHING (sighhhh), though, of course, she says it in a little person cute way. Got the vowels down, working on the hard consenonts, or continents, or however you spell it after three days of no sleep! (She didn't sleep for two solid nights while Daddy was away getting his glider.)

Anyhoo. All is well. Richard's becoming a svelt stud, shedding pounds like a Collie shedding hair in summertime, attempting to rein in age and cholestorol. He has such amazing self-control and determination that he stays the course without fail and bypasses any temptations of food. Ha! If I was told that if I ate one more piece of chocolate Iwould die I would, well, be dead. No kiddin'!

And he's in the saddle of Captain on his new plane. And, frankly, he's just an all around nice guy.

Nice is nice, huh?

As for me, well, just trying to keep one step away from insanity. Giving 1000% to a little person is hard. The choice of attachment parenting is a very rewarding, albiet utterly exhausting one. I'm grateful I have the time to do it this way. But I think it will be quite a while before she abandons night waking.

Ah well. So much the better. One day I'll be begging her to visit. Now she can't stand me to leave. Golden moments, albiet (yeah, that's the word of the hour) very, very, very blearry eyed ones.

All for now. Toodles, noodles and lots of cacapoodles. I have no idea. It just rhymed. Shoot me.

Out!