I’ve been in CPE for two solid days. CPE stands for Continuing Professional Education, which is required of all CPA’s who want to keep their licenses. Other definitions include Criminally Painful Experience, Convention for the Paunchy and the Elderly, Certain Psychosis for Everyone…I digress….
In order to keep from falling asleep, falling out of my chair, and making a complete fool of myself, I had to find a way to entertain myself unobtrusively. I got out my Crayolas and a legal pad and designed this pop quiz. The topic, naturally, is the upcoming holiday. Read below, answer yes I have that, or no I don’t, and tally your score.
Food. The most basic of needs and one with which most of us don’t have a problem. Bonus points if you can still afford to dine at a restaurant and aren’t dumpster diving to feed your kids or eating cat food.
Clothing. Another of the basics. In addition to the obvious – warmth and decency – clean, neat clothing can make you feel better about yourself. Bonus points if they’re less than five years old, don’t have shoulder pads the size of oven mitts, or triple pleats.
A good home. Every human being needs shelter from the elements and a safe haven from the daily trials of life. Whether it’s a house, apartment, or shed, you’ve got a roof over your head. Bonus points if that roof doesn’t leak and you’re not delinquent on your mortgage (as 14% of homeowners now are) or under water (23%).
Good health. Temporary setbacks do not count as poor health. Everyone will have something break in them at some point. Is it life-threatening? Self-inflicted by lifestyle? Repairable?
A job. With official nationwide unemployment at 10.2% (Indiana at 9.8%), and actual figures hovering around 17% (if you include those whose unemployment benefits have been depleted and those who’ve just plain given up), you’re lucky to have work. Go say thank you to your employer, even if you can’t stand the sight of him/her. Money may not buy happiness, but it does give you the opportunity to try to find it. It also affords you the big three (see above) – food, clothing, shelter.
Reliable transportation. Necessary in order to keep that job. Whether bus or bicycle, motorcycle or (most likely) car, it gets you from Point A to Point B every time. Bonus points if the vehicle is less than 10 years old.
Someone in the world loves you. Your life on the planet will not be for naught and someone would care if you were gone. You matter.
Conversely, there is someone on the planet that you love. A good sign that your heart is not so scarred by betrayals that you’ve lost the ability to feel, or that you were not born without a heart at all. If you can’t love, you might as well be a houseplant. Triple bonus points if the folks in #7 and #8 are the same.
Scoring:
7-8 yes: You’re leading a charmed life. Maybe a few things aren’t going as you’d wish but, on the whole, you’re above average. If you’re whining, you’re throwing a pity party for no reason. Keep in mind that pity parties are not well attended events.
5-6 yes: Things could be better. You’ve had your share of setbacks. One good thing would make you feel better. Can you find a way to make that happen?
3-4 yes: You’re having a bad year, but you’re fighting and haven’t given up hope. You’re a survivor. Without hope, there is nothing.
1-2 yes: I don’t know what to say….other than, it will get better. I don’t know how. It’s a mystery.
There is no zero score. If you’re reading this, you most likely live in the United States of America, preparing to celebrate our country’s founders. Living here is worth a “yes.” Count your lucky stars that you do.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
every pilot's memory
Today is the third anniversary of my solo flight. I remember the day, though through the fog that remains when events snowball before you’re quite sure what’s happening to you. Every pilot you meet will tell you he/she remembers solo day like it happened yesterday. I have to say that I don’t. If it weren’t for my journal and the photos taken by MK and her husband, I’d probably not remember it at all…
Early morning airport weather showed nearly no wind, straight down the runway, the ceiling marginally low. My girlfriend’s husband had his flight lesson directly before mine, and MK had driven to the airport in case this turned out to be S’s solo day, as we all assumed it would be.
When I arrived, the three of them – MK, S, and our instructor – were walking in from the plane. S had just solo’d, and MK taken photos of the shirt ceremony. I told them I was going to lock myself in the bathroom. Instructor P said you go ahead and do that, but we have a master key.
MK and her husband headed to breakfast and I walked out to preflight. Every move I made felt focused this time, no idle chatter on my part. It dawned on me that I might know what I was doing. We stayed in the pattern and did three touch and goes. My third landing was good. A surprise go-around was next.
The airport VP radioed up to ask if we wanted to go on today’s fly out. Instructor P told him no thanks; we’re going to work on some other things….and that’s when I knew. I completed one more trip around the pattern, then a full stop landing.
“You don’t have to if you don’t feel like it.”
“I might as well get it over with.”
I remember being preternaturally calm while P filled out what seemed at the time like dozens of endorsements, signing both my log book and student permit.
While he signed, I watched people milling around the office door. I thought I saw S and MK and some others, but it was too far away to be sure.
Then… he got out, walked around back of the plane, up the left side, and waved.
I taxied to the hold short line, called that I was backtaxiing, went to the end of runway 36, and turned. Wasting no time, I lined up, took a deep breath and did my departure call. Takeoff was no problem. On downwind I heard and saw a plane backtaxiing; he said he’d be out of my way in time, but there was no chance in hell. I was on base and he was still only halfway down the runway. I called down to Instructor P and told him I was going to go around. Not a big deal; power up, flaps up, regain pattern altitude. I heard Instructor P on the radio telling that pilot that this was a first solo. On downwind for the second time, I saw a second airplane moving on the south ramp and thought now what. I kept calling intentions. The second pilot/plane radioed the first and a discussion ensued regarding which of them would depart first. The second pilot/plane announced he’d taxi for departure as soon as the Cessna completed her first touch and go. I had two mini-jets sitting there waiting on me, which cracked me up.
The first landing was acceptable. I took off again. The air was starting to get bumpy at 1500.’ My second landing was an impressive imitation of a ping pong ball. Mortified, I muttered to myself I would do the third and final one right. One of the two planes has departed. I radioed in, botching the call, saying both full stop and touch and go….”wait, I didn’t mean that.” The third landing is OK. I radioed in “can I go home now?”
I didn’t realize I had an audience until I got in….MK and S, two other female pilots, one with her husband, the VP, and another couple I didn’t know. All were there for the fly out, but had hung around to watch until I was done. Just as well I didn’t know!
Solo day reminded me of sitting for the CPA exam…terrifying until the test begins, then all you’ve studied and learned comes tumbling out when you need it.
A spectacular day for Instructor P, as well…two solos, back to back.
Early morning airport weather showed nearly no wind, straight down the runway, the ceiling marginally low. My girlfriend’s husband had his flight lesson directly before mine, and MK had driven to the airport in case this turned out to be S’s solo day, as we all assumed it would be.
When I arrived, the three of them – MK, S, and our instructor – were walking in from the plane. S had just solo’d, and MK taken photos of the shirt ceremony. I told them I was going to lock myself in the bathroom. Instructor P said you go ahead and do that, but we have a master key.
MK and her husband headed to breakfast and I walked out to preflight. Every move I made felt focused this time, no idle chatter on my part. It dawned on me that I might know what I was doing. We stayed in the pattern and did three touch and goes. My third landing was good. A surprise go-around was next.
The airport VP radioed up to ask if we wanted to go on today’s fly out. Instructor P told him no thanks; we’re going to work on some other things….and that’s when I knew. I completed one more trip around the pattern, then a full stop landing.
“You don’t have to if you don’t feel like it.”
“I might as well get it over with.”
I remember being preternaturally calm while P filled out what seemed at the time like dozens of endorsements, signing both my log book and student permit.
While he signed, I watched people milling around the office door. I thought I saw S and MK and some others, but it was too far away to be sure.
Then… he got out, walked around back of the plane, up the left side, and waved.
I taxied to the hold short line, called that I was backtaxiing, went to the end of runway 36, and turned. Wasting no time, I lined up, took a deep breath and did my departure call. Takeoff was no problem. On downwind I heard and saw a plane backtaxiing; he said he’d be out of my way in time, but there was no chance in hell. I was on base and he was still only halfway down the runway. I called down to Instructor P and told him I was going to go around. Not a big deal; power up, flaps up, regain pattern altitude. I heard Instructor P on the radio telling that pilot that this was a first solo. On downwind for the second time, I saw a second airplane moving on the south ramp and thought now what. I kept calling intentions. The second pilot/plane radioed the first and a discussion ensued regarding which of them would depart first. The second pilot/plane announced he’d taxi for departure as soon as the Cessna completed her first touch and go. I had two mini-jets sitting there waiting on me, which cracked me up.
The first landing was acceptable. I took off again. The air was starting to get bumpy at 1500.’ My second landing was an impressive imitation of a ping pong ball. Mortified, I muttered to myself I would do the third and final one right. One of the two planes has departed. I radioed in, botching the call, saying both full stop and touch and go….”wait, I didn’t mean that.” The third landing is OK. I radioed in “can I go home now?”
I didn’t realize I had an audience until I got in….MK and S, two other female pilots, one with her husband, the VP, and another couple I didn’t know. All were there for the fly out, but had hung around to watch until I was done. Just as well I didn’t know!
Solo day reminded me of sitting for the CPA exam…terrifying until the test begins, then all you’ve studied and learned comes tumbling out when you need it.
A spectacular day for Instructor P, as well…two solos, back to back.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
knitting lessons
Several days ago our local newspaper published an article about the trend to handmade Christmas gifts this season. I hope they didn’t pay for that conclusion. I’m way ahead of their bell curve here. I’ve always loved making gifts. However, the realization that I need to do this in a big way this year only dawned on me a month ago. It would’ve been helpful had I faced this reality in July. Adding to my panic/urgency is the unfortunate fact that nearly every friend I have also has a November or December birthday. Frantic painting and baking have begun. Even though I have entirely too much spare time, I concluded that I’ll never be able to manage a painting for each friend. Besides, they could hate what I paint. They could hate what I bake too, for that matter.
My best friend suggested that I try knitting a hat for my flight instructor’s birthday (this coming Monday). This idea popped up on Thursday, and within fifteen minutes, smitten with the idea and visions of stunning needlework dancing in my head, I found myself in the car on the way to the yarn shop, via the wine store (and OH there could be very good reason for that). Yarn shops are an artist’s paradise (colors, textures, just like paint), and finding beautiful yarn took no time at all. Mesmerized, I watched the mechanized wooden winders turned skeins of yarn into manageable balls. The machines are elegant in their simplicity.
Home, I am instructed to practice on a scrap of yarn first, before diving into the alpaca yarn. It’s been 15 or so years since I’ve knit a thing, and I was never good at it to begin with. I see why she (for this post, anyway, referred to as Master Knitter) told me this. I literally forgot how to purl! I was whizzing along yesterday, practicing while I was baking, turned the needles over for the next row, and literally screamed out loud.
MK has already taught me two things - how to knit on your cast on row (I’d never seen that technique before), and how to recognize a purl stitch from a knit stitch. I think to myself, maybe there’s hope.
Or not.
I rushed home today and started casting on with the good stuff. I knit/purl the first row after that. Something is not right. By the time I’ve called Knitter’s 911, and MK arrived to rescue me, I’ve torn out the beginning twice and there’s a wad of tangled yarn on the floor. She identified two problems – the yarn is a little light for the pattern, and I don’t have the right number of stitches cast on either, so the pattern’s not working. She doubled the yarn, and I tried again. This time it looked better. Even so, I managed to do some odd thing again…it looks like I’ve dropped or not dropped a stitch. There was much gnashing of teeth on my part and I’m positive I’d have a much better chance of flying an ILS approach down to minimums than knitting this hat. The amount of sweat generated by either task is nearly the same.
I finally start to get it right, and I’m safe to continue, unattended….for now.
All of a sudden, I look down…and there it is. I can see the beginning of the pattern, and a light bulb comes on.
But more than that….to think that someone, long ago, figured out how to take what are essentially a simple piece of colored string and two sticks to create something beautiful. It’s like any other art. Just as painters paint, and sculptors sculpt, I see why knitters knit. Creating is addictive.
My best friend suggested that I try knitting a hat for my flight instructor’s birthday (this coming Monday). This idea popped up on Thursday, and within fifteen minutes, smitten with the idea and visions of stunning needlework dancing in my head, I found myself in the car on the way to the yarn shop, via the wine store (and OH there could be very good reason for that). Yarn shops are an artist’s paradise (colors, textures, just like paint), and finding beautiful yarn took no time at all. Mesmerized, I watched the mechanized wooden winders turned skeins of yarn into manageable balls. The machines are elegant in their simplicity.
Home, I am instructed to practice on a scrap of yarn first, before diving into the alpaca yarn. It’s been 15 or so years since I’ve knit a thing, and I was never good at it to begin with. I see why she (for this post, anyway, referred to as Master Knitter) told me this. I literally forgot how to purl! I was whizzing along yesterday, practicing while I was baking, turned the needles over for the next row, and literally screamed out loud.
MK has already taught me two things - how to knit on your cast on row (I’d never seen that technique before), and how to recognize a purl stitch from a knit stitch. I think to myself, maybe there’s hope.
Or not.
I rushed home today and started casting on with the good stuff. I knit/purl the first row after that. Something is not right. By the time I’ve called Knitter’s 911, and MK arrived to rescue me, I’ve torn out the beginning twice and there’s a wad of tangled yarn on the floor. She identified two problems – the yarn is a little light for the pattern, and I don’t have the right number of stitches cast on either, so the pattern’s not working. She doubled the yarn, and I tried again. This time it looked better. Even so, I managed to do some odd thing again…it looks like I’ve dropped or not dropped a stitch. There was much gnashing of teeth on my part and I’m positive I’d have a much better chance of flying an ILS approach down to minimums than knitting this hat. The amount of sweat generated by either task is nearly the same.
I finally start to get it right, and I’m safe to continue, unattended….for now.
All of a sudden, I look down…and there it is. I can see the beginning of the pattern, and a light bulb comes on.
But more than that….to think that someone, long ago, figured out how to take what are essentially a simple piece of colored string and two sticks to create something beautiful. It’s like any other art. Just as painters paint, and sculptors sculpt, I see why knitters knit. Creating is addictive.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Monday at Panera
I had a long lunch with a girlfriend today, the kind of lazy, chatty, catch-up lunch you can only have if you’ve nowhere to go. I savor those, even though I hope it won’t be much longer (surely not!) before I’ll have to relegate them to weekends. We’ve known each other since 1972, so there are few unknowns….but I always manage to make K laugh. My current life being barely controlled chaos, lots of topics pop up on the agenda…the traitorous ex-girlfriend (follow the money), her ex-future-daughter-in-law (it’s all about me), my ex-boyfriend (narcissist of the most inconceivable kind), my ex-husband (raised by wolves), estranged family (what have you done for me lately), the economy, the job market, the stock market, and the market next door.
I’m exhausted! But in a good way.
I’m exhausted! But in a good way.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
time to start...
Blogs, by nature, are narcissistic creations. Who is one to assume that random thoughts put to paper and scattered into cyberspace will be of interest to anyone else?! Maybe it's our 21st century way of leaving something behind, hoping to be remembered when we're gone. Hoping to make a difference.
So, to begin....
So, to begin....
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