Still Talking to Jesus

The weather cleared up enough to allow me to make it back home yesterday and I am very much enjoying being home with my honey and my kitty purrs.  I'm not sure if I noticed the bumps less on Tuesday because I was expecting them or noticed them more yesterday because I wasn't expecting them, but I'm pretty sure the flight back in "good" weather was a little rougher than the flight out in bad weather.  And, as usual, we had to stop off in one of the towns along the way before getting home.  Considering take offs and landings are where most small plane accidents occur around here, I find all of the extra landings and take-offs that seem to always happen on my flights a little disconcerting.  So as we're heading for the runway in Seldovia, already tilting at a pretty good angle to make the turn, a nice little gust of wind caught the plane increasing that already uncomfortable angle.  At this point I remember continuing my usual ongoing conversation, "Jesus, you can't let me survive a flight in terrible weather only to kill me off in a flight during good weather.  That just doesn't seem right at all."



The picture's not the greatest in quality, but you can
see how high the sun gets.  It's noon and barely over
the top of the mountain.



Fortunately, I survived the flight and was able to return with all my goodies for Thanksgiving in tow.  I also learned an 18 gallon tub will hold much more than one would initially think.  I had two turkeys, 6 packages of cream cheese, a gallon of peanut oil (to supplement the larger 3 gallon container of peanut oil I did not put in the tub - you would think since it usually takes 4 gallons to fry a turkey, they would sell it in that size, but they do not), 2 pounds of cheese, a couple large containers of seasoning, a box of stuffing mix (sorry, but I hate stuffing so Stove Top's the closest I come to making it), a jar of cherries, a couple cans of evaporated milk, a turkey injector, 3 pounds of apples, a couple bags of walnuts and coconut, a couple boxes of tea, 2 Big Macs, 2 orders of fries, and a chicken sandwich from McDonald's and still had some room to spare.  And thanks to those Big Macs and fries, I am now the awesomest wife ever.