An Easy Week...But A Lonely One

The past week was a much appreciated week...except that I lost my wife. My flights got cancelled on Thursday and I was not scheduled for anything on Friday. I think I was the only one in my class that had not experienced a cancellation or been left off the schedule, but I got them both in one week. I did my best to take advantage of the four day weekend, even if I couldn't spend it with my beautiful bride.

Friday saw me embarrassing roosters because I got up so early...just to play golf and escape some of this south Texas heat. I probably should have stayed in bed because I had one of the worst rounds in a long time. The horrendous play wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't coupled it with my gambling vice. Long story short, I had to buy my roommate lunch for the beating that he administered to my backside.

After that, I decided to redeem myself by learning to surf. I further crushed my ego with that endeavour. Peaches and I rented surfboards (I am still trying to see if I want to buy one) from a local surf shop and decided to see what the hype was all about. I didn't think it looked that hard, besides I can ride a wakeboard. I found out that the riding isn't the hard part, it is the getting out to the point where you can ride that is the hard part. Paddling through waves to get to other waves proved to be the most difficult part of the whole experience. Children, girls, and fatties were all paddling past me like they had motors on their boards while I sat there thrashing the water like a baby in a bassinet (you thought that word would never make my blog...I can't believe I used it either...had to use spell check). Anyway, it was one of the most frustrating things I have ever done. You spend your entire time just trying to get out to the waves, just to catch one for a maximum of fifteen seconds and then spend the next twenty minutes getting back out there. I think we found a little fun in the whole activity, but we have a ways to go before we hit the tour in Hawaii.

Saturday I took a road trip with my other roommate and one of his buddies from pilot training. They allowed me to ride with them, even though my bike doesn't make a lot of noise and help old men overcome a midlife crisis. We went to Robstown, which is home to the legendary Joe Cotten's BBQ. It may be one of George W. Bush's favorites, but I didn't think it was that great.

Saturday night, the same posse, plus Peaches and a few other people went to the Corpus Christi Sharks arena football game. It was a real good time and we got to see the Sharks win...which isn't something that a lot of people get to say. Corpus Christi isn't know for being a power house in the sporting world, but the two games we have attended (one baseball, one football) have all been won.

Well, that along with crying because my wife left is how I spent the week. I really miss her and she has helped out around the house so much, I know I am not the only one that is missing her around here. Candi is back home in Idaho for her step sister's wedding and to see other family and friends. So far she has been having a good time and all the traveling has gone smoothly. I pray that continues and she has a safe and quick trip back next Monday.

That is all I have for now. I am scheduled to fly twice on Monday and then I will be one flight away from my second checkride. If all goes as I think, I will probably have that checkride this week, so any extra prayers would be appreciated. Talk to you all next week and thanks for the comments and e-mails the past few weeks...I knew somebody cared.