It hasn't been "lions and tigers and bears, oh my" around here. More like the first several chapters of the Ten Plagues of Egypt. We started out the spring with more buffalo gnats than we could possible use in a lifetime, then churned, in sequence, through similar inundations of scorpions (tag, I'm it!), spiders (which have generated a persistent cobweb disaster in my not-sealed-very tightly country home), orange dog caterpillars, flying ants, flies (blow, bottle, house), and now, according to the local paper, we should brace for crickets.
What might follow? I think I saw the sign of the seventh plague last night: fast-forming thunderstorms with shifting, high velocity winds and other unpredictable weather patterns.
Davis's already long day (Columbus --> Newark --> Dallas --> College Station) grew by multiple hours once he landed in Dallas. He watched his departure time slip further and further into the evening; he boarded, unloaded, and re-boarded his Embraer RJ145, possibly multiple times. He eventually took off on his final 45-minute leg merely three and a half hours behind schedule only to learn he had chosen the shake and shimmy setting on his aircraft. None of that mattered quite as much as the repeat attempts to stick the landing at Easterwood Airport (each re-try banked him back up to circle the airport and stare wistfully out the window towards our house--an increasingly impossible goal to reach).
Here he is this morning (notice that his hair-raising flight had long-lasting effect), trying to come to terms with living through the Seventh Plague!
Glad Davis made it home safely. I hope he handled the problems in Dallas better than I would have! I would have been terribly impatient. Then the shake and shimmy flight would have found me saying the Lord's Prayer and the Nicene Creed for the complete duration of the flight, especially during those multiple attempts at landings!
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