Evidently, I have become invisible. Last night when I was taken to the clubhouse to help in the scullery, I had this "conversation."
Me - Hey, Joerg, I made coffee, would you like some?
JS - Oh, great, I like coffee, who made it?
Me - I made it, Joerg
JS - MMMMM! This is good coffee (to a passing stranger) - Did you make this coffee? What's that noise I hear?
Me - That is the sound of my life, slipping away
Well, today was low overcast, thunderstorms late in the day when all the others were probably in the clubhouse for dinner. So, no flying, once again. I did not see another person all day, but there has been a change in my room mates.
Late last night, as I was sneaking back to the glider trailer, with half of Sonia's birthday cake, I met the raccoons heading in to check the garbage cans. They quickly turned around and began to follow me, circling around me, trying to climb up on me to grab some. This is what Cap'n Dave calls 'leaching.' Their little paws have sharp nails, and this hurt, plus I wanted to save some cake for today. So, naturally, there was some biting and slapping and harsh words and squeals were exchanged. Soon we all began urinating to mark our territory, and I then realised it was over.
I crawled under the trailer, fastened the rope to my collar, had a last handful of cake, stored the rest in a hubcap, and, lonely but full, fell asleep. During the night I had a strange yet stimulating dream. Someone was kissing me, and I was stroking a very hairy back, with both hands. Now, I have not thought about my ex-wife, Vera, for many years, but who else could I be dreaming of? Suddenly, I woke up and stared straight into the face of J.B, my pet groundhog, who had returned and was sitting on my chest licking icing and crumbs off my moustache!
How nice to have him back. So, even though I had no human contact today, I had someone to talk with and to share the cake with at lunch. Oh, and he says "Hi" back to Henry Krause. Tomorrow he is going scouting for a rigger for you.
Doug Scott
W2 Crew
Me - Hey, Joerg, I made coffee, would you like some?
JS - Oh, great, I like coffee, who made it?
Me - I made it, Joerg
JS - MMMMM! This is good coffee (to a passing stranger) - Did you make this coffee? What's that noise I hear?
Me - That is the sound of my life, slipping away
Well, today was low overcast, thunderstorms late in the day when all the others were probably in the clubhouse for dinner. So, no flying, once again. I did not see another person all day, but there has been a change in my room mates.
Late last night, as I was sneaking back to the glider trailer, with half of Sonia's birthday cake, I met the raccoons heading in to check the garbage cans. They quickly turned around and began to follow me, circling around me, trying to climb up on me to grab some. This is what Cap'n Dave calls 'leaching.' Their little paws have sharp nails, and this hurt, plus I wanted to save some cake for today. So, naturally, there was some biting and slapping and harsh words and squeals were exchanged. Soon we all began urinating to mark our territory, and I then realised it was over.
I crawled under the trailer, fastened the rope to my collar, had a last handful of cake, stored the rest in a hubcap, and, lonely but full, fell asleep. During the night I had a strange yet stimulating dream. Someone was kissing me, and I was stroking a very hairy back, with both hands. Now, I have not thought about my ex-wife, Vera, for many years, but who else could I be dreaming of? Suddenly, I woke up and stared straight into the face of J.B, my pet groundhog, who had returned and was sitting on my chest licking icing and crumbs off my moustache!
How nice to have him back. So, even though I had no human contact today, I had someone to talk with and to share the cake with at lunch. Oh, and he says "Hi" back to Henry Krause. Tomorrow he is going scouting for a rigger for you.
Doug Scott
W2 Crew
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