Two days and counting until this 'super duper air show' will be behind us. Things are coming together, and apparently the weather might cooperate. I hope it goes well, hundreds of folks dedicate their time (and lives) year round to make it possible- some because they love aviation, some because they love the charities that it serves, some just like to feel important 3 days a year. Whatever the reason, they are all a bunch of great people.
Great people, who are making me crazy. But just two more days. Then there is just the aftermath. Kind of like the mess left by a hurricane. Banners strone, sponsors things needing returned, lost and found boxes, trash, trailers, tents, just basic havok.
And why, after working a 17 1/2 hour day, and I up typing about nothing. Don't know. But hoping my mind will quit reeling soon so I can rest for a few hours.
Allyson stayed home sick from school- bad cough. Emily has a runny nose and a cough. Sam started puking as I walked out the door this morning. I wish I could have spent my day nursing them. I've seen so little of everyone in my home this week that I am anxious to get to spend time with them all- I am missing them. Even if they are drippy, feverish and puking. Poor grandma- she walked into a land mine!
Hope for blue skies.