Well folks... mark this one down for an interesting one.
The other evening I moved my tent from the hangar to a patch of grass between trees here at the airport. Figured it would be heaps nicer outside than inside the hangar. Much more quiet for the cat. Plus darkness to sleep in without the hangar lights on all evening.
This morning I get woken up to some deep voice shouting, "Is there someone in there". Of course, I reply back, "Yes. Let me toss some pants on and I will come on out."
Turns out airport security did not enjoy me being out in the open. Got the third degree wondering whom I was and why I am there. Turns out I had a valid reason and had permission. I, of course pass along that to the Security guy.
We both head to the FBO front desk so he can verify. Well, turns out I have to drag the tent, cat, and all our belongings back to the hangar. Oh well.
To be honest... I am surprised they noticed it so quickly. Only a day past. It was nice sleeping in darkness again.
Here in Louisville they are having the 'Thunder' celebration this weekend. Im guessing the largest display of fireworks in the US. Plus it has an airshow. The airport is busy. A bunch of airshow planes have come in. Really hectic happenings around these parts.
Minding my own, I come back from changing in the restrooms, a new woman at the FBO asks me who I am and whether I was with another group of pilots. I thought it was the Hertz rental agent. Replied nope, just an aerial mapping pilot.
She is interested and asks my name etc. Once I mention it is Cloud she thinks its neat. Then proceeds on telling me about her daughter named Scout. Another neat name. We talk for a bit. Turns out she went vegetarian 2 months ago.
A little bit later her daughter shows up. Cute girl. She is attending UL. Fashion Major. We end up getting onto a guessing game of how old I am. Mom believes in early 20s and so I ask the daughter whom is in her early twenties. She goes with 24. Flattery is nice at 33. ;)
I was telling her mom earlier about all the neat veggie friendly restaurants right across the street. All three of us end up going over the the Ethiopian restaurant.
Back to the airport. A bunch of airshow guys come in. Hustle and Bustle. Mom is coordinating them. Daughter leaves for a friend only to return an hour later with a friend. She comes bearing vegan friendly sweets. Cakes and such. Her mom makes a note to point out that she got vegan goods especially for me.
As I write this, my head is throbbing. All that spinning around and dehydration...
Ok, back to it. After talking to Daughter and her friend for a bit in the FBO lobby, they invite me out to a square dance this evening. I agree it will be fun, so give her my number after she asks me for it.
Flash forward to 8pm. I put on a fancy shirt and tie. Join them. They are dressed quite lovely. Away we go.
Now... the last time I Doh-See-Dohed was I think in grade school and it pertained to PE class.
It turned out amazing. Much better than I though going into it. But as a man that lives in a tent with his cat at the airport... how am I going to say no to nice, pretty, college girls that invite me out to square dance? Exactly. Im not.
I had a great time. Now my head hurts. Wanted to write this out as its fresh. Now Im going to lay my head and not wake up for a very long time.
Over and out!
Actually square dancing is a challenge, not for squares. It's a lot of fun to follow the calls without messing up!
ReplyDeleteSounds like you're going to have quite an adventure to tell once this chapter of your life is over.
It really does ask a lot out of a bunch of different people... learning what to do from the caller in a single evening... One that progresses to much more complex dances by the end of the night!
DeleteI held my own. At least my dance partners were quite understanding. Outwardly at least! :)
Near the end the caller had us all do this really long 'conga' promenade snake bit. Moving into the center then spiraling back out, out the building and then back in another door.
You should have joined us!
"O, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day; which now shows all the beauty of the sun, and by and by Cloud takes her away." ~ William Shakespeare & Granny ;-)
ReplyDeleteI'll take it! Quite Poignant. ;D
Delete"A Cloud came floating into our lives, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to our sunset sky"" - Rabindranath Tagore & 1st Man ;-)
Delete"Cloud is puffy
DeleteCotton cuddly
Cute and soft
Cloud is special" -Anita & Debora & Granny ;-)
“We pledge to fight 'blue-sky thinking wherever we find it. Life would be dull if we had to look up at Cloudless monotony day after day.” - Gavin Pretor-Pinney & 1st Man ;-)
Delete"Kiki goes flying through the air
Deletefrom over here to over there.
He lands and runs right back, and then
goes flying through the air again.
Cloud didn't used to see him fly,
like Superkitty, through the sky.
He used to only lie around
upon Cloud's bed or on the ground.
But now he's like an acrobat;
the coolest ever flying cat." - Ken Nesbitt & granny
"Kiki sleeps anywhere, any table, any chair.
DeleteTop of sleeping bag, tent-ledge, in the middle, on the edge.
Open drawer, empty shoe, even Cloud's lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, or the hangar floor with Cloud's socks.
Anywhere! He doesn't care! Kiki sleeps anywhere." - Eleanor Farjeon & 1st Man
Oh brother! :) Ive miss some good banter on this one! Im not even sure I am needed as a catalyst for you both!
DeleteAll that comes to mind is Shel Silverstein. :) Thank you both! My most charming AND interactive of readers.
They should have a blogger pot luck meetup dinner.
Wait! You thought I was finished?
Delete"Oh! Cloud has slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward he's climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
We have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
He's chased the shouting wind along, and flung
His eager craft through footless halls of air...." - John Gillespie Magee, Jr. & Granny
PS: Shel Silverstein is my very favorite poet.
Over and out.
Me neither!
Delete"Because Cloud flies
He laughs more than other men
to look up and see more than they,
to know how the clouds feel,
What it's like to have the blue in his lap,
to look down on birds,
to feel freedom in a thing called the stick...
Who but Cloud can slice between God's billowed legs,
and feel then laugh with His step
Who else has seen the unclimbed peaks?
The rainbow's secret?
The real reason birds sing?
Because Cloud Flies,
He envies no man on earth."
— Grover C. Norwood and 1st Man
PS: Shel was a great poet and cartoonist, good choice Granny!