Photos and text by: Corey Amaro
Why. That is the question I ask myself, especially on a flawless day.
Why?
You see French Husband and Sacha went flying. It was the first time that Sacha flew with his dad. He was a bit nervous, so was I… both of them flying in the mosquito… yikes. Though I spit out my nervous fear and wished them a good time. But they didn't need to go, they didn't have to go… in fact they could have climbed to the top of the stairs to have a view!
We could have gone out to lunch in Cassis for that matter. We could have spent the day together doing nothing. Happy. Safe. Nothing.
I know, I know… you can walk outside your door and have a roof tile fall on your head and died. So we might as well enjoy the moment, seize the day, follow our dreams, and not worry about the bricks.
Why not ride a stationary bike?
Or read?
Or sunbathe?
Or do crossword puzzles?
Or write a blog?
Or if that man of mine needs a thrill he could put a chair on our dining room table and pretend he is flying. I wouldn't even mind putting six chairs on the table, turning off the lights, and let him pretend he is flying a jet at night.
I wouldn't even mind pretending I am the airline hostess flying the 'Mile High Club'.
I wouldn't even mind the scratches to the dining room table.
Why.
That is the question.
Why did that man of mine call me while flying with Sacha to tell me this:
"Hi Corey, hey guess what? You know we are flying and, um, err, I think part of the plane just blew off…"
"What!? Oh God what! Please do not say the wing, or the tire, or the propeller!!"
He laughs… (Laughs! I could have jumped in the phone and killed him myself.) "No no no, I can see the wings… I don't know what flew off, but anyway, I gotta go, don't worry."
Click went the phone.
Lovely.
My husband is the bomb of happy conversation. Just like that he hung up.
Why would you leave your wife hanging like that?
HOURS later when they returned home they told me that a strip of metal on top of the plane became loose. And as it loosened it battered a hole on top of the plane.
I felt like battering a hole on his head! Instead I said, "My flying days with you are over."
He looked so confused as he said, "Why?"
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