Notes - a good busy day / Pouch 4 (final) completed

          Mid-afternoon. You are at your usual spot at Rose Hill Cemetery. Earlier you walked in Pine Hill Lakes Park. Ran errands and had a late lunch at Panera; a stop at Kroger’s and home before here. When you checked the mail you were surprised to see that Doug had sent you the book, Thinking in Numbers by Daniel Tammet. Last week you received a gift iBook, Akin to the Truth: A Memoir of Adoption and Identity by your former Indian Hill student, Paige Adams Strickland who kindly mentioned you as one of her teachers. You have decided to continue hers first then read Doug’s loaner. You also have statistics to work out for the last three chapters. Carol is on page 110 (and reading) of Woods’ book, Bel-Air Dead. Let’s go to Pouch 4. – Amorella

         1508 hours. I have (final) Pouch 4 ready.

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Diplomatic Pouch 4 ©2013, rho (final) draft - GMG One

            By late mid-morning the next day Justin watched as Blake inspected the very slightly damaged Rolls-Royce turboprop Cessna P210N Silver Eagle. Pyl waited at the entrance to the Burke Lakefront terminal for Fran and her companion to arrive.

            Shortly after introductions and a walk to the east side of the terminal Justin stood next to the wire fence watching as Blake answering questions the women’s questions and pointing out various aspects of the Silver Eagle. Justin thought it odd that they would bring their U.S. passports to prove of identity when a driver’s license would do; and why do they want to buy this plane? Why are they willing to give so much for a refurbished old plane. I don't feel any safer flying in it. I'd feel better if it were a brand new Cessna, not so fancy, just newer. A thought crossed. Here it is, another sunny and relatively warm day in January, no wind, it feels like early April. I wonder if they are going to take it up. He continued his observations and private thoughts while leaning back on the fence with he arms crossed as if he were an airport inspector.

            Within an hour Justin felt some pangs for lunch and ready for a soda at the terminal when Pyl waved from down and across from the row of planes he had casually checked over as if they were a string of used cars.

            Pyl smiled profusely as he drew closer. "Blake won’t sell for a million and a half. Hart says she wants to take a ride anyway and she talked it up with Fran, so Fran asked Blake for a ride over to Put-in-Bay saying she'd give us a thousand dollars for the ride there and back because she loved flying in a Silver Eagle similar to the one her uncle had when she was a child. We are all going. It ought to be fun. Maybe even a picnic in the park. In January, can you believe this weather Justin?"

            He sighed. "I guess; but I could use a drink."

            Pyl hardly contained her excitement while saying, "Go get something and get me a candy bar and one for you too. We’ll get the plane checked out and ready." Memory flew her to the time Grandpa took Grandma and Blake and herself over to Put-in-Bay for an afternoon of fun and a plane ride too. Sometimes we stopped at Port Clinton and took a cab to Cedar Point, as kids we always had good times in the plane.

            Justin turned and rather pensively asked, "Pyl, what about the damaged wingtip?"

            She smiled reassuringly, "It'll be okay, Justin. Blake wrote out a report. We are getting it repaired next week. The plane is safe to fly." Why is Justin on edge when we are contemplating a flight; even when we were first dating he had an issue with safety issues. I wanted him to take lessons but he would have none of it. He’s just a conservative old soul in a young body, that’s what he says, but he never knows why. Opposites attract, I guess. That’s the old adage.

            Within the next hour the five took off from Burke Lakefront on the secondary runway, 6R/24L on their way to the South Bass Island. Blake turned from the controls once they were at ten thousand feet and commented, "The 3W2 Put-in-Bay airport is open for light traffic this time of year. It'll be fine, it's a nice strip."

            From the co-pilot seat Pyl spontaneously added, "This will be fun. We’ll see Perry's Monument and the town. We can rent a golf cart and take a quick tour, get something to eat then be on our way."

            Blake glanced back, "Our treat, ladies, you are quite generous with your payment. I’m glad you’re not too upset that I don’t want to sell the old girl – she’s been in the family too long."

            "We are glad to have you all along with us," replied Fran politely. "It is always nice to make new friends, even if we could not come to a deal. It is a delight to be flying in this wonderfully reconditioned Silver Eagle. The stories we could tell you about our younger days flying with Uncle Jack."

            "And you can fly us back, Fran, but if you don't mind, I'll sit co-pilot."

            "Fine with me," she said, and she looked at Hartolite with an excited smile and a mimicked, "Won't this be fun."

            Hart responded to the private sarcasm with her eyes and accented raised right eyebrow.

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         The mowers are all silent. Rose Hill is a very pleasant cemetery. You have two turkey buzzards soaring above, in a nice winged composition, a juxtaposition of a silent winged black on blue.

         Some time later and you are at Natorp’s Landscaping and Carol is looking for an outdoor plant or two.

         1621 hours. I have finally adjusted the (final) drafts in one Word and one Page document. I am hopeful that I can find a way to put the word document on iCloud also, but if not at least it if one more piece of quarantine that this work will not be completely lost in some sort of personal catastrophe.

         You are a bit overdramatic, orndorff. However, the whole concept allows you to be more comfortable, so what’s the harm. In order to better do the stats you’ll need your iPad, which is at home. Why don’t you take the time to work on the car’s Navigation Manual for a more thoroughly understanding of its workings. – Amorella

         1727 hours. We have Carol’s plants in place and will proceed with their addition to the north side tomorrow. Tonight, we have pizza from Papa John. Homer and his crew make the best large Papa John half veggie, half works in the world as far as we are concerned. Can’t wait.

         Later, orndorff. Post.  - Amorella