Well that ol’ snow just kept comin’ and comin’, and by the time it quit today I’d missed three planned flights and probably a column or two that might have sprung from them.
The first was a flight to Tucson on Saturday to see family — see there was this big weather system rolling in from California and I figured we’d never get back home, so I cancelled. As it turned out, the skies were still clear when we went to bed that night, but as the saying goes, “it’s better to be on the ground wishing you were flying, than in the air wishing you were on the ground.”
Then last night we’d planned to fly to Scottsdale for an eagerly-anticipated Jeffrey Swan piano concert. I’d even checked the lunar charts to confirm a full moon to light our way home. But by then we were in the heart of the storm and couldn’t get out the driveway, much less into the air.
Then today I’d planned a return to Tucson to visit with my old flying buddy, Jim Thal, who is overnighting there. But we didn’t finish digging out until noon, and I suspect I won’t get the hangar cleared for days.
Arrggh! Not even magic carpets fly in this weather.
©2009 Gregory N. Brown