Lament

Well, it's another absolutely beautiful summer day here in Sewanee... The sun is shining, not a cloud in the sky, I have no classes... I got up bright and early this morning to head over to the airport, only to get a call delaying my appointment for about an hour due to a minor little problem with the alternator in the rental plane, as well as the little matter of one of our airport's tenants crashing due to engine failure (don't worry, he is still alive though hospitalized). I calmly took advantage of the extra hour to have a little breakfast and do some poetry reading for my English class (I am quite industrious). Then, I headed on out to the airport... preflighted the plane, visited with a fellow pilot for a bit while my instructor wrapped some things up, then headed out to try to start the plane, blithely ignoring the pessimistic attitudes of those around me. It seems that most people did not feel that the alternator would have magically fixed itself, but I, being the optimist I am, gave the poor plane the benefit of the doubt, and waited to despair until the engine started and the volts light refused to turn off. Yes, that's right, after all that, it didn't work, and we couldn't go. It was horrifying. I haven't flown in a month, and the weather is absolutely perfect! I am so TO'd. (amazing that I am able to quote Napoleon Dynomite even through my hysteria and gnashing of teeth.) Phew, I feel so much better now that I have shared my pain... please, do not allow yourselves to be undully burdened by my sorrow; young hearts heal quickly. Until a better day, farewell.