As I grew older and began to examine the things I had done in my life I realized there were a few things I had always 'wanted' to do but didn't ever pursue. Learning to fly was one of those aspirations. For my birthday George got me an hour flight in an ultra-lite. So on Sept 03, I had the choice to fly over the city or over the mountains; of course I chose the mountains. I struggle with finding the words to describe this experience. I was at first a little apprehensive; feeling a bit nervous. It was a very exciting time for me as we flew over the mountains and lakes; through the beautiful soft fluffy white clouds. The pilot let me fly the plane which was quite a thrill.
Although I will probably never actually learn to fly (in this lifetime) this day was like a dream come to life for me. I wrote a poem about this wonderful gift George gave me. Here it is:
A Dream Can Live
Mountains grand, with craggy peaks and crevices but a breath away from my finger tips Lakes below, green and smooth as glass far away, seemed off in another world Fluffy white clouds, inviting a body to sleep floating just beyond the window's edge This picture cloaked in shimmering rays of sunshine a perfect day for gathering thought It was what I imagined freedom to be up here where the breezes live where the eagles soar Tipping the wings Dipping the nose Turning, floating around in the sky The feeling of freedom was grand nary a burden or care could I find just the sky, the clouds, the wind and me as we explored the path of the birds The corn maze, the bridges, the city in motion was a sight from high above Far off I could see Mt Baker clean and fine and fierce But then........ I had the controls I could feel movement giving in to my touch I was flying the plane It was a thrill and an honor to respect the hold of this enchanting machine I shall keep the memory of this day to my heart for always the day I went flying with the wind There is but one thing that would have made it more special, more memorable, more awesome If I could have held your hand lay my head on your shoulder to share these special moments all with you
It was a wonderful thoughtful gift It was a magical day a reminder forever that dreams can live
Remembering my (birthday) flight, Sep 03/12 Thank you George, Love forever 'n ever
my anything-computer-related name was given to me some years ago by my beautiful GRANDdaughter Shelby.
It has stuck.
Some call me granny,
some call me turbo,
some call me turbo granny.
I will answer to all.
I love to write.
I really dislike trying to come up with a description of myself so I will leave it at that.
As I think of things I can always add information.
Some of my pet peeves: those who are habitually LATE, having to wait on someone who has said they are ready to go, being asked in a restaurant (as you are still chewing) "Can I take your plate?".
I am a virgo & can sometimes be my own worst enemy when it comes to needing to have my life in order.