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"Now we can bake!!"
My dad is equally as excited as my mom to finally get an oven in the house. Throughout our stay at 5 Inglewood lane for the past 2 1/2 years (minus a year stint in Nashville), we've never had a real oven--you know, the kind you put food in and push a Bake button and viola, cooked food. Nay, my parents picked and chose every detail of the house but didn't select an oven. We have a silent dishwasher, Meile steam oven (hardly a cubic foot of space inside), GE microwave/oven (around 1.5 cubic feet), a gas range, trash compactor, marble countertops...but no oven. So finally, dad bought a real oven, and after its 2 month residence in the garage and 3 week residence in the house next to the mirror (the cube with the red tablecloth covering it, for you who've been inside the house), he rigged up the electrical, and we installed it tonight.
That wasn't today's only instance of the extra-ordinary. I was hoping to fly to MO/IA/KS/NE today and Wednesday, but Tim actually took off yesterday without me because the weather this week is capricious and unrelenting, so he had to go while he could. Jesse -a best friend from high school- went back to school at 4:45 this morning, so i got up and made the 5-minute drive to the airport to tell him goodbye. Not wanting to waste any more moonlight, i went back home and suited up with warm clothes, MP3 player and heart rate monitor and went out for an hour of jogging/fast walking. After a nice shower, i got something to eat for breakfast and studied my pipeline route for two hours.
Dad's oven-installing project caused 'my' beautiful kitchen to become again a zone of disarray, as his tearing out a cabinet and drawer displaced lots of stuff that had to be relocated to somewhere. Driven by not mere instinct but by sheer annoyance at disorder, i invested another 3-4 hours adjusting the location of the contents of several drawers and cabinets just to make everything not only 'go somewhere and fit' but to actually be aesthetically appealing as well as practical. During my mom's leave (she's been gone since December 22nd) from the house, i have assumed the role of housekeeper. And in all honesty, i've done a pretty good job.
I wrote out an initial contact letter to the flight department at University of Illinois to inquire of the possibility of instructing for them soon. My idea is to instruct at U of I and possibly take on another degree of study while still flying the pipeline part time. On a side note, it must have been God's hand that deflected me from ever noticing that U of I had a good flight program. Because I learned of schools with aviation curriculums all across the country, but i never noticed the one just 55 minutes away that also offered studies in another interest of mine. As Daisy exclaimed last night, "God is good!", and i know that without His leading to LeTourneau, then my experiences in Virginia, Ohio, and Alaska wouldn't have happened.
That nap i planned from the morning? that didn't go. I got done with the kitchen, practiced the piano, and by then the afternoon was gone. Brandon and i tossed the baseball around a bit before he sprained his ankle coming down on the curb and wanted me to take him to the ER.
Yeah, none of the ordinary.
Now what what is it time for? Four strings and a bow.
My dad is equally as excited as my mom to finally get an oven in the house. Throughout our stay at 5 Inglewood lane for the past 2 1/2 years (minus a year stint in Nashville), we've never had a real oven--you know, the kind you put food in and push a Bake button and viola, cooked food. Nay, my parents picked and chose every detail of the house but didn't select an oven. We have a silent dishwasher, Meile steam oven (hardly a cubic foot of space inside), GE microwave/oven (around 1.5 cubic feet), a gas range, trash compactor, marble countertops...but no oven. So finally, dad bought a real oven, and after its 2 month residence in the garage and 3 week residence in the house next to the mirror (the cube with the red tablecloth covering it, for you who've been inside the house), he rigged up the electrical, and we installed it tonight.
That wasn't today's only instance of the extra-ordinary. I was hoping to fly to MO/IA/KS/NE today and Wednesday, but Tim actually took off yesterday without me because the weather this week is capricious and unrelenting, so he had to go while he could. Jesse -a best friend from high school- went back to school at 4:45 this morning, so i got up and made the 5-minute drive to the airport to tell him goodbye. Not wanting to waste any more moonlight, i went back home and suited up with warm clothes, MP3 player and heart rate monitor and went out for an hour of jogging/fast walking. After a nice shower, i got something to eat for breakfast and studied my pipeline route for two hours.
Dad's oven-installing project caused 'my' beautiful kitchen to become again a zone of disarray, as his tearing out a cabinet and drawer displaced lots of stuff that had to be relocated to somewhere. Driven by not mere instinct but by sheer annoyance at disorder, i invested another 3-4 hours adjusting the location of the contents of several drawers and cabinets just to make everything not only 'go somewhere and fit' but to actually be aesthetically appealing as well as practical. During my mom's leave (she's been gone since December 22nd) from the house, i have assumed the role of housekeeper. And in all honesty, i've done a pretty good job.
I wrote out an initial contact letter to the flight department at University of Illinois to inquire of the possibility of instructing for them soon. My idea is to instruct at U of I and possibly take on another degree of study while still flying the pipeline part time. On a side note, it must have been God's hand that deflected me from ever noticing that U of I had a good flight program. Because I learned of schools with aviation curriculums all across the country, but i never noticed the one just 55 minutes away that also offered studies in another interest of mine. As Daisy exclaimed last night, "God is good!", and i know that without His leading to LeTourneau, then my experiences in Virginia, Ohio, and Alaska wouldn't have happened.
That nap i planned from the morning? that didn't go. I got done with the kitchen, practiced the piano, and by then the afternoon was gone. Brandon and i tossed the baseball around a bit before he sprained his ankle coming down on the curb and wanted me to take him to the ER.
Yeah, none of the ordinary.
Now what what is it time for? Four strings and a bow.
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