Oil Is My Friend

I had a decent weekend.  Despite flying on Thursday and Friday, I headed out again on Saturday.  Chuck and I endured the exceptionally long flight from St. Catharines to Welland.  It took about 10 minutes.  I’m so glad we went though. 


Quite a few of my folks from the Recreational Aircraft Association , including a few directors:  Fred the vice-president, Ray our social guru, Dave our man with the connections and me, the president.  Chuck got a nice big ol’ beef on a bun with a side of beans and I had a muffin and coffee:

While we were eating, they drew names for the door prizes.  All of the pilots who flew in were entered in the draw.  My name was called first.  I walked up to the prize table and was torn between the case of aviation oil ($90) and the beautiful framed biplane picture.  In the end, I took the oil.  Vice-pres Fred was at the table next to me and told me “I had my eye on that oil, Liz!  You took my oil!”  I actually felt really bad, even though he obviously wasn’t mad that I took it.  His name was about the fifth name called.  He walked up to me and said “Look, I got a free oil analysis!”  I said how wonderful that was and asked if he wanted some of my nice, new oil to analyze.

We wandered around for a bit and checked out the planes and the classic cars:

Fred, his wife and his coupon for his free oil analysis were leaving around the same time as us, and also going back to St. Catharines.  I checked out his plane before he left, as I hadn’t seen the inside yet.  He just redid the interior and it looks awesome!  After chatting for a bit, Chuck, I and my big, wonderful case of oil headed over to my plane.  Here’s a shot of Welland while we were taking off:

Chuck was disappointed that during the trip back, there was no meal served during the long flight.  Fortunately, he got over it.  Just as I was approaching the circuit, I watched Fred land.  He called the tower on the radio and let them know where he would be taxiing.  I then called him on the radio and said “Hey Fred, I would have been here sooner but the large case of oil in the back of my plane really slowed us down!”  He radioed back and said “I thought it would!”  Chuck and I had a good laugh and came in for the landing.  It was a really nice day.

Sunday I went to visit my mother.  I hadn’t seen her in a couple weeks since she was on a shopping trip in Chicago.  It was really nice to see her, but I don’t think she would say the same about me!  How rude!

Today’s symptoms: The fatigue isn’t too bad but the pains in the bones of my forearms are as bad as they’ve ever been. If I had to describe it, it’s as if someone is bending my bones to the point where they’re about to break.  I hope to be pain free tomorrow. 


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