The Weekend and Air Show

I’m loving the cool temps here in OK. While Jesse went off to an air show at Sheppard Air Force Base (more on that below), Toby and I did some work around the Lazy B. I switched out the summer clothes for the winter clothes, which were needed. I know we will still have some warm days – this Oklahoma and the weather does change often – so I kept out the favorite T-shirts. Toby worked out in the barn – mostly on the tractor, which waited until it was out in the cold before it died and would not start back up. Toby said that we might have to drag it back into the barn so he can work on it. Yep, the dread of such a task hit me like it always does, but I said, "Sure thang, honey." This task requires a cleaning out of the barn so that I can drive through the barn in the truck pulling his tractor. He will be in the tractor, while I’m in the truck. He will use hand signals that are confusing to women (other than the one that says "you did it wrong") and I will have that dumb blonde look on my face. You would think after 32 years of marriage that I would know his signals, and maybe I am better than I was earlier in our marriage. Still, I dread the task. Sometimes it is not the missed signals; it is his lack of signals – times when I am suppose to be able to read his mind. You would think that after 32 years of marriage I could read his mind. And maybe I am better at reading his mind. After 32 years of marriage, he does know that if I am in the truck and he is in the dead tractor, I am the one in power. He also knows that my help (as poor as it is) is better (and cheaper) than anyone else’s help. I’m still praying that miraculously the tractor will start, and he can drive it back into the barn.

Saturday evening we went to Painted Lady, Glenna’s house, for supper. Although it was cool, we spent a large part of the evening out on her patio overlooking Waurika Lake. Her husband had a fire going in the chim-whatever pot. It was very nice. We ate steaks and stuffed-onions cooked on the grill. I took a pear pie and a peach pie for dessert. All was good. It was fun getting together with our men-folk along. Glenna’s house is just so beautiful, and she is a great hostess.

In the meantime, Jesse and her friends went to the air show. As good a time as we had at Glenna’s, I was jealous that Jesse got to go to the air show. The F-15E Strike Eagle, which was featured at the show, was probably her favorite plane. The Canadian Snowbirds did a demo and showed off their planes. She said that it was a very good time at Sheppard.

Her friend, Jan (Yon) who is from the Netherlands via Canada, enjoyed the planes, too. He visited with the Canadian Snowbirds. When Jesse offered to take his photo with one of the Canadian pilots and planes, Jan declined, but said that he would take a pic of Jesse and the Canadian pilot. The Canadian was more than willing to have his photograph made with Jesse. In fact, he pulled his camera out so that he could get a photo of her – "to show the boys back home what they missed." Then he put his arm around her pulling her in for the photo. Jesse said that he was fun, but was not impressed and said that he was a big goof. She had the thought, "If this guy is a pilot, I could have been a pilot." Jesse and her friend, Emily, did meet a "handsome" pilot from NY who is stationed at Sheppard. Although he visited with the girls, he did not seem impressed, but talked about how he did not like being in Texas – yadda, yadda - at Sheppard – yadda, yadda. I can see Jesse’s eyebrow raised while she visited with this young man – wanting to say to him, "Only boring people get bored." Instead, she just moved on, proving once again that you don’t have to be all that smart to be a pilot or that Canadian pilots are smarter than American pilots.