It was a perfect, calm day so Jan and I decided to fly to London for breakfast this morning. Jan was quite happy it was a very smooth, hour long flight. I’m always up for a challenge, so when I was cleared to land on runway 09, I decided I would attempt to land and stop the plane in time to taxi onto the first taxiway. I would have to come in rather slow and touchdown soon after the runway numbers. I cheered when I was able to do it! Wouldn’t the control tower folks just be absolutely thrilled that I could taxi off the runway within seconds of landing?! Here is the diagram of the airport. I was able to land and have the plane stopped by the red X, which meant I could easily turn onto the first taxiway (yellow line):
My cheers quickly ceased when the stinky ol’ tower called and asked that I taxi down to the next runway (thick black line) and turn right there instead. Ugh! My Queen wave quickly turned into another gesture. Anyway, we taxied over to the restaurant and were shocked that it was closed. Ugh again! I could see it being closed for the holiday tomorrow, but why the heck would they close it Sunday? Someone came out to ask what we were doing there and said that we could walk over to the terminal building and go to the Timmies instead. Yeah, I just flew an hour to go to Tim Hortons! Oh well, we decided to head over. There was another little grill place next to Timmies and we ordered breakfast from there. Jan wasn’t too impressed but it was better than nothing:
After our noms, we headed back to my plane. I was thrilled to see he was still there. On a bright note, my horizon indicator that has been spinning wildly for the last three flights (due to some pretty intense aerobatics and spins) finally stopped and righted itself. Here’s what it looked like while spinning:
It’s supposed to look like this:
I’ll see how long it takes to get it spinning again. I hope to fly tomorrow morning, so that should tell ya!
The flight back was a tad more lumpy due to the cloudage coming in.
We headed directly over the Hamilton International Airport:
We also passed the Stoney Creek Airport, which I didn’t know existed until today:
Once back on land, Jan and I tormented the manager of the Flying Club a little then headed out to buy groceries. When we got back to my apartment, I mentioned to Jan that Abby has pooped under the bed twice in the last week. Ugh! I decided to cut up my padded mats and close in the underneath of the bed. I was able to tape the mats we cut up to the sides of the bed, but there was no rail around the head or foot. I needed some short nails, and a hammer would be nice too. We walked down to the dollar store just across from my apartment – no nails or hammer. Giant Tiger – nothing. The Avondale – nope! Over to the corner store up the road – success! I bought a little box of nails, but no hammer. I decided to just pick up a rock on the walk home and use that. The nails were the perfect size and the rock worked wonders! I was able to enclose the bed. I’m just waiting for one of the cats to try to run under it – good thing it’s padded! Not too attractive, but it’s functional and totally hidden under my bed spread:
The things we do for our pets, eh?
Today’s symptoms: Felt great! I didn’t have any aches or pains – I can’t even remember the last time I could say that. I also didn’t start to get pooped to later in the evening. I would give anything to have every day like this!
Lizzy McFly 