Landing In London in General

Landing in London

Fun song to sing along with. I harmonize with the lead singer and go high at the end of each stanza. Like I said fun.

Before I destroyed my left hand I was trying to get that simple intro riff down on the Les Paul. Mission not accomplished.

I’m hanging out in the apartment waiting for 3pm. By then most of the morning beach people will be heading home and I will have the beach to myself.

My lobster guy has closed up shop. It’s a shame because I could get lobster just over cost, which saves 2-3 bucks over retail.

I did the “knock knock” thing with my flight instructor over the weekend. He told me they had a new flight instructor, retired FEDEX guy and did I want to be introduced.

“Duh.” Anything is better than flying 1.5 every other month. I am burning money every day I don’t fly. Come August 1st I have two freaking years to use up my GI bill.

Flight school in Florida in the fall is sounding better and better. Double pump five days a week. Stay out of the strip clubs and study my ass off and I could get a lot done before Christmas.

Looks like you don’t get a housing allowance unless you are enrolled in a degree program. I suppose I could enroll in a degree program, take a couple of classes. Fly twice a day. Never get that degree.

The military, and by association the VA has this weird thing where once you have a degree the only thing they will pay for is the next level. Which for me would be a PhD. I guess I could pretend to be working toward a PhD while flying.

It would be easy to bitch. But truth is my life does not suck.

Why I would even consider introducing the tidal forces of a woman into my life again, I don’t know. But Thursday I have a meeting at Mireya’s house, and Laura will be there.

And.

I am seriously considering leaning in. Just a bit. To see if I am hallucinating.

My life is a ten foot high house of beautifully balanced cards. Why would I want to invite a hurricane?

Well. Because I am a sucker for pretty.