You know the saying you cannot take a good man down? Well I hope it is true when it comes to flying.
Because…..
That French Husband of mine is at it again. He told me that he was flying, and not with “The Mosquito”… Oh no, no, no, not the safe yogurt cup little plane, no, no, no… Just when I was growing comfortable and accustom to The Mosquito, he ups the ante.
He said he is flying with a harness, with wings and a motor. I cannot, no I do not want to imagine what he is talking about…. but I have a curious mind and instantly thought of an ornithopter and gasped, “Why me, why not a handy man instead of dare devil.”
Though that French Husband of mine is soooooooooooooo excited with his new toy that it-is-giving-me-twenty-million-white-hairs-in-a-heartbeat-that-I-will-be-dying-it-blond-for-years-to-come.
Please French Husband tell me it isn’t a Jet Pack!
Of course ballons, or anything on your back that makes you fly would be as bad.
Corey, it’s about time you come home – next thing, he sells the house and moves the two of you into an Airstream, vintage, of course. 😉
Crazy thing I would like to do? See John Malkovich, again, tonight?
I saw him last night (on stage) and am sorely tempted to ….. 😉
You are going to be home for the Fourth of July, wow! :-)))
Actually, I hate flying, traveling by plane is something I find really awful , as uncomfortable than it is scary (to me ,at least). But, strangely enough I would like to fly in a helicopter. I don’t know why.
But, if I were a bird ( my faves : parrot, pigeon,humming bird,seagulls…) I would love to check what it’s like to sleep in a soft nest, or to eat a fly, or to fly with lots of friends and make lots of noise, or see if multicolored feathers fashion suits me !!!!!
I would like to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro. I don’t like heights so no small planes for me either but with my feet firmly planted on the ground I think this might be a doable dream.
Your husband and mine would get along so well. I am afraid of heights and suffer from vertigo, so I like to be one with Mother Earth and not make like a bird!
When I saw that post on his fb wall with triple exclamation mark, I instantly knew Yann was into something crazy. Now you’ve translated it.
Wished I was that existed about flying.
About the only thing I dream about flying is first class – all the way from Tokyo to Atlanta. ;o)
My husband likes his danger on the ocean instead of in the air (kayaking). I guess I have it a little easier.
The only wild thing I fantasize about is grabbing my passport and flying on a whim to the south of France…one day….one day.
French Husband will be fine…he sure loves to fly.
I dream of being able to jump really, really high and to kind of float over the ground. Does that count as flying?
But the wild thing I’d love to do is dive in a cage among Great White Sharks. I’ve been obsessed with sharks since I was a little girl. I dream about them, too.
As a child I would climb the highest trees and swing back and forth wishing I could let go and fly. I even made a box airplane and slid down the garage roof, but it didn’t fly and I had to jump. My mom never knew.
So even though I am much older now there is still some of that spirit in my heart. Traveling in Thailand in April I had a little chance to make that dream come true by zip lining through the rain forest for 2 hours. I will never forget it. It was a total thrill. So I can definitely understand your FH thrill at the challenge of flying and I do wish him safe travels.
Well, let’s see. I already went back to college 11 years ago to take beginning Portuguese — they only offered the Brazilian sotaque, not the European one — then after two years of classes traveled to the Azores by myself for three weeks, visiting six islands including tiny São Jorge and Flores, where my ancestors hailed from, and met distant cousins on the former island…
So, I’d say that at my age (and health) I’ve pretty well used up my allotment of adventurousness — unless you count May’s trip to Paris and Provence with non-Francophone Farmboy Husband to meet friends I only knew via blog, but that worked out well!
Well, let’s see. I already went back to college 11 years ago to take beginning Portuguese — they only offered the Brazilian sotaque, not the European one — then after two years of classes traveled to the Azores by myself for three weeks, visiting six islands including tiny São Jorge and Flores, where my ancestors hailed from, and met distant cousins on the former island…
So, I’d say that at my age (and health) I’ve pretty well used up my allotment of adventurousness — unless you count May’s trip to Paris and Provence with non-Francophone Farmboy Husband to meet friends I only knew via blog, but that worked out well!
The thought of flying makes me freaked out. I can only imagine how you are feeling with your husband doing something such as this. I guess that is what makes life so exciting! Sure glad my husband and son are NOT dare devils. Good lulck to him and to your nerves!
Flying is fun. Have a few pilots licences including microlights and ultralights. Recreational flying is such a serene experience on the good days when you are in a nice area. As long as you keep within the rules it is also exceptionally safe too!
Oh – harnas, motor and ‘wings’? How about:
http://www.srobertsphoto.com/adventuregallerypages/adventureimages/paraglider_2.jpg
Indeed, Andrew. As the now-elderly pioneering test-pilot Chuck Yeager, first to break Mach 1 (the sound barrier) famously says… There are old pilots and there are bold pilots. But there are no old, bold pilots.
🙂
I am also forever afraid for my Hero Husband but even and although he is NOT the type to go to fly (on his own, however frequently on a flight….) he (sadly) also is NO DIY man either…. I guess you can’t have it both ways; so stay quietly at home and ban any thought at his follies! Good luck, love – and to your man too!
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