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PROMT FOR JANUARY 6,2022. Blog about your most memorable flight or other form of transportation. Was it your dream trip or nightmare journey? Most Memorable Flight: I had flown on planes before, but they were commercial passenger flights. Big planes full of people. Then, while I was finishing up my biology degree, I was part of a small group of researchers in the biology department who were invited to present our research at the Society for Ecological Restoration conference near Big Bend National Park in Southwest Texas. We took a small passenger plane rather than a big commercial flight. As we were taking off, the thing is shaking and I'm thinking the bucket of bolts wouldn't make it into the sky. It did, of course but smoke began pouring out - from under my seat! Eventually the smoke stopped and we made it to our destination just fine. I was freaking out about it for nothing. I have to say though, that was by far my most memorable flight! Memorable to everyone except me (talk about a nightmare!): I had a driving incident where I don't even remember leaving the house - but some how I managed to not have to be taken to the hospital. One morning my daughters had gotten on the school bus and although I was feeling off I apparently decided to drive into town. From what I am told, I drove down the highway on the wrong side of the road the ten miles into town. At some point, some sheriff's vehicles were in pursuit. While this is happening, one of the kids on the bus asked my youngest daughter, "Isn't that your mom?" She saw me and said, "Yeah" and slunk down in her seat knowing what was happening - I was in the middle of a seizure. Eventually, I ran into a sign and came to a stop. The cops called my husband from the crash site and had him come get me. When Mark got there to get me, the cops told him that I needed to get some sleep - no ticket, nothing except "she needs sleep". I know God was watching out for me and everyone else on the road that day. I still don't know how I survived with nothing but bruises and I don't know how I didn't hit any other car or hurt anyone. ![]() |
PROMPT FOR JANUARY 5, 2022 Begin your blog entry by writing... When I think about my life so far, I would have to say the most frightened I've ever been was the day... When I think about my life so far, I would have to say the most frightened I've ever been was the day my oldest daughter was bitten by a copperhead snake. I had forced the girls to go outside to help round up all the chickens so we could put them in their coop for the night. Just getting my oldest outside to help out had been a chore. Instead of putting on proper shoes, she had just slipped on her flip-flops. She was walking down the hill behind the house when I heard her scream. Mark and I ran around the house to where she was, and she told me a snake had just bitten her. I found the snake and killed it. After I figured out what kind of snake it was, I put it into a container in case we needed it at the hospital. Good thing I did because the people at the ER probably would have gotten the wrong antivenom. We were there for what seemed like forever. Her foot was turning black from the venom and had swollen alarmingly. My heart was in my throat at the thought of something happening to one of my kids. I was so scared for her. Luckily, having brought the snake in question to the hospital, the medical staff administered the proper antivenom and my daughter fully recovered. But that's when I learned that there is nothing more frightening than something happening to one of my children. I can mentally handle most things, but not that. ![]() |
PROMPT January 4, 2022 Besides reading and writing, blog about your hobby or me-time passion. For this prompt, I am going to discuss disc golf. I've written about this love affair of mine on quite a few occasions so bear with me while I once again rave about this wonderful sport. The first time I saw a disc golf basket, I thought it was some kind of artwork or some fancy cooking grill. I was seventeen and high as a kite on pot, chilling at the park with my best friend and his dog Amos, when I looked up the hill and saw this metal, um ... thing gleaming in the sunlight. I asked my friend if he knew what it was and he said, "Naw, man." So we made up our own versions of what the structures of twisted metal and chains were. It wasn't until about eight years later that I learned the truth. Those things weren't art-deco grills designed for beauty and function, they weren't metal statues that looked like trophies. They were made to catch and hold discs similar to frisbees! It had been a while since I had played in any sports. Not since I had graduated high school. But I found the game fascinating, watching those discs soar and turn and dive toward the basket. I gave it a try that first day using my husband's disc. I fell in love with a sport new to me. I think it probably helped that along with my husband, I had a couple of professional disc golfers teaching me how to play, giving me pointers and showing me new ways to throw the discs. It was soon after I first began to play that I was gifted with my own discs and bag to carry them in. Being out on a course, bag on my shoulder, and disc in my hand - I was in my element. Fast forward a couple of years and I played in the state championship for my division. I had an amazing time. I still have an amazing time on the course. After my hospitalization, it was nice to even be at the course walking along while my husband and our friends played. It was a goal slow in coming; having to take it slow and easy. Visit by visit I worked up to being able to walk the entire course and eventually picked up a disc again. I'm working at being able to play more than one round in a day again- some days are better than others due to my condition and the pain it brings. But there's no keeping me away from the course. There's just a vibe to playing disc golf for me. It's laid back, fun, competitive in a friendly way. For me, there's a sense of science-meets-sport-meets-meditation. Different holes on a course require different approaches to reaching them. Throwing properly can be pretty technical; angles and arcs, speed and spin, type of disc and factors at release influence flight speed and pattern. Like ball golf, there are drivers, mid-ranges, and putters - various types of discs for every situation. Physics is applied, most of the time by people who don't even know they are doing anything sciency. It might not sound appealing to you - it isn't for everyone. I like it though, it's a wonderful way to spend quality time with the hubby. No matter what, it's a walk in the park. Hanging out with the guys, throwing discs, talking shit, a safety meeting now and then, throw more discs, talk more shit. On holidays, our disc golf family gathers for a round or two, some good laughs, sometimes some good food, and always good company. We're all bonded by our love for disc golf and many of us are bonded by the friendships we've developed over time. It's always awesome when we can welcome new players and get to visit with old ones that have moved off. Easy camaraderie, good laughs, good times - even when you play bad it's still all good. That's where I find myself nowadays. I can't compete like I once could. I still play but I'm just competing with myself for the most part. Gone are the days of birdies and par golf. I'm the Bogey Queen. At least one over par on each hole is my normal. But, hey, I still have a shitload of fun at the course. I guess I'd qualify for "The Beer Drinkin' League," if only I was able to drink beer again. I'd probably still compete with someone though - but only if they had their sights set on Dead Frickin'Last. Maybe I'll see you on the course someday...Happy flying! ![]() |