Okay, not a nebulizer and Advair prescription, but what the heck: My daughter packed her car full last week to return for her spring semester at Salisbury, but neglected a few 'critical' items:
So, that would be: an Amazon Fire Stick, an orchid, whipped cream cheese, and Chia seeds. College kids these days, I tell ya . . . but she is an Honors Student studying accounting, I can't complain. Additionally, I do not need excuses to fly. Twenty minutes by RV or ninety by car, you do the math.
Then there was also the fact that I needed to deliver additional goods to a Salmon Farmer further down the shore:
Unfortunately, the Salmon Farmer was so engrossed today in his un-retirement, he did not get the text, nor notice the multiple buzzings of his abode, such that I did not complete that particular mission, and returned to Salisbury to park amongst some ugly, tail-less ducklings while waiting for my little girl to get out of class:
A couple of Piedmont mechanics eventually strode out and asked to look over my bird, really lamenting being 'away from GA'. Good conversation, good times.
All in all, a nice way to spend the day flying. And perhaps next week, I'll finally deliver some stout to the previously mentioned farmer in exchange for a lunch. That will be fun.
So, that would be: an Amazon Fire Stick, an orchid, whipped cream cheese, and Chia seeds. College kids these days, I tell ya . . . but she is an Honors Student studying accounting, I can't complain. Additionally, I do not need excuses to fly. Twenty minutes by RV or ninety by car, you do the math.
Then there was also the fact that I needed to deliver additional goods to a Salmon Farmer further down the shore:
Unfortunately, the Salmon Farmer was so engrossed today in his un-retirement, he did not get the text, nor notice the multiple buzzings of his abode, such that I did not complete that particular mission, and returned to Salisbury to park amongst some ugly, tail-less ducklings while waiting for my little girl to get out of class:
A couple of Piedmont mechanics eventually strode out and asked to look over my bird, really lamenting being 'away from GA'. Good conversation, good times.
All in all, a nice way to spend the day flying. And perhaps next week, I'll finally deliver some stout to the previously mentioned farmer in exchange for a lunch. That will be fun.
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