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Do you suppose that pterodactyls thought that about other dinosaurs??? Too bad we can't travel through the air like birds.
ReplyDelete(Although the time I tried parachuting is not a happy memory. Well, the first couple thousand feet were fun!)
Sandy ~ Where did you parachute? I did a few jumps one summer in FLA. Liked it, even though I didn't keep it up.
ReplyDeleteBut I have happy memories, beautiful pictures I enjoy calling up in memory.
I don't imagine pterodactyls were evolved enough to think about evolving, probably just took flying for granted.
Today's offering:
Anyone who knows the history of the shooting of Mr. J. James might yell this, if he were present on the scene...
"Look Down (behind) You!"
Jesse James, known as a daring outlaw,
met his end in oddly, atypical fashion--
gunned down indoors like a stolid bourgeois,
by Bobby Ford in an act of dispassion...
~ OMK
"A Good Deed"
ReplyDeleteDoris oddly married an outlaw--
an act all considered a flaw.
But he was someone she had known
before they were fully grown,
and because she had known him before
she visited him indoors.
He was moved that she remembered him
and did not look down on him,
And so he now wanted to repent
and began therapy to frequent.
This allowed him to begin a new life,
and give his thanks to a loving wife.
Friends and family have now all agreed
that this resulted from a good deed.
OMK, I was in a group that did a day's prep/training in Perris, CA years ago. No details, but I panicked as the ground got close and I could feel my speed, stiffened up, locked my knees, and landed like a piledriver! Compression fracture of T6 vertebra, 11 days in hospital, months in a backbrace. But as I said, the first few thousand feet were great!
ReplyDeleteI wanted to see what it was like, and I did.
OUCH! Sandy ~ I am terribly sorry to read of the physical damage caused by your jump! 11 hospital days!
ReplyDeleteMan, that was some landing!
I guess I was lucky, being prepped by a first rate gang at the Zephyr Hills DZ in Florida. I did several solo jumps in the summer of '68, but after a lot of hours of training. The guys were especially careful about warning us before that first jump about "ground rush"--how startling it can be after the quiet & serenity of the first few thousand feet, when at a distance the earth is almost like a still picture.
But then, wham!-- at around 500 feet you see the ground speeding upwards, aiming right at YOU!
These days, as an old geezer prone to accidental falls, I count myself lucky again--that I don't hurt myself because of my summer of practiced landings.
~ OMK
Misty ~
ReplyDeleteRushing now to get ready for a visit from my elder son and his wife. He never alerts me in advance when he's going to be in CA. I got a Facebook IM from him just yesterday!
Always happy to see them, but I wish he'd give a little more notice!
Glad to read that Doris lucked out with her choice of an outlaw (reformed!!) husband.
I wonder if THEY give advance notice when they plan to visit relatives?!
~ OMK
Yes, OMK, you described my experience very well. Being in general always a physical coward, I still wonder how I committed myself to that. But I was relieved by what the guy in charge (jumpmaster?) said on the plane. Imagine all of us sitting along both sides of the plane's interior (like a WW2 movie, only we weren't paratroopers!), and he announced that we could back out at any time until we were in the doorway, and then, if we didn't jump when he said JUMP, he would push us. So I had no need to be brave. As it happened, I did jump, throwing myself out, flailing all the way. Good thing it was an automatic rip cord.
ReplyDeleteThis was more than 40 years ago. Only time I ever did anything that daring.
OMK, sorry that you didn't get a bit more notice about your son's planned visit. Yes, it would be helpful to have a little notice to prepare and adjust one's schedule to make time for visitation. But I'll keep my fingers crossed that it will still be a happy and satisfying reunion.
ReplyDeleteSandy, you've reminded me of the window washer on Black Monday,1929. He looked over and there's a stockbroker pal hurtling down. He says, "How's it going, Tom?" And Tom responds
ReplyDelete"So far, so good"
WC
Thanks, Misty ~ Your good wishes came true for us & we enjoyed a delightful afternoon.
ReplyDeleteJeremy & Karen make an interesting couple. She is the pastor of a Lutheran church in Bella Vista, Arkansas, where they often find themselves the only progressive voices in their corner of the under-vaccinated state.
Jeremy is a talented artist, a ceramicist and painter in several media, currently teaching stained glass techniques in the local high school.
He is also a performer, playing a variety of antique instruments and singing traditional songs as a busker named "Fugli, the Troubadour" at Renaissance faires.
~ OMK
Chet and Lois are back at her place]
ReplyDelete"It's nice here", said Chet, I thank you for inviting me indoors"
"I'm guessing Chet that you see me as laid back and demure
Oddly the opposite was true, pre AA, life was very different then
I rode with a motorcycle gang known as outlaws way back when
We looked down on you sober folk we lived a life apart
Backwards thinking was my mien, the horse before the cart."
WC
So glad you had such a pleasant visit with your talented son and daughter-in-law!
ReplyDeleteThat's great!
Lois was a motorcycle mama??? She certainly has changed her life.
ReplyDeleteWilbur--I can't believe it, but you did it again: all four Jumble words and the solution, built into an interesting conversation between Lois and Chet in her home.
ReplyDeleteWonderful--many thanks!
Seeing as the "horse before the cart"
ReplyDeleteis truly frontwards, I am not sure
what message your Lois would impart.
At best it seems obscure.
Her anarchic leanings are duly noted.
So she was a biker gal at heart?
Or is her current role where she was promoted?
Is she flamboyantly prim, or a decorous tart?
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