The other night at dinner, an enjoyable dinner, bite after bite of delicious wonder French Husband casually said he was going to sell his ULM (plane). Well, I continued to casually sip my wine but inside I was jumping up and down with excitement. You see French Husband goes flying a couple times a week. I do not tag along because I am scared.
I have flown with him once in three years.
To keep the conversation going I asked him why he was going to sell his plane. Hoping with the prayers that I have said that he would say he was growing tired of it.
Between bites, he added, "Well, I am thinking of buying something stronger, a plane to do trick flying."
I nearly choked, but managed to spit out, "Why, why, why?"
"Trick flying excites me, flying from one place to another doesn't interest me as much as it uses to." He pinched off another piece of baguette, and continued, "I especially want to do parallel trick flying with this other pilot."
Inside my stomach did flip flops. I waved a finger in the air towards that guy in the sky complaining, "And this is your answer to my prayers?"
French Husband smiled not catching my drift of frustration.
I thought to myself, "Maybe if I had flown with him he would not have had to seek other thrills? Maybe if I flown with him, kissing him non stop, telling him he was my hero he would be content? Maybe if I had flown with him, swallowed my fear whole, pooping my pants, laughed hysterically, telling him faster, faster, faster he would think we were flying to the moon?"
Instead, I kept my fear, as he spread his wings.
I asked, "Maybe if I had flown with you more often, maybe you wouldn't have wanted to do trick flying?"
He laughed, "Oh no I would have wanted you to tag along! "Looping" is fun! Can you imagine us seeing the world upside down and around and around!?!"
"No," I said looking at my upside-down world.
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