Wrapping up a great week

Tasty treats (behind us), Linny, Christy, me

I got my first call of the year from Linny yesterday. When she gets a chance to get out of Seattle and make a skydive or seven, she calls me, one of her group of fun jumpers, and lets me know she will be at the Drop Zone in Snohomish. She then asks if I want to join her. She called and left a message while I was in my exercise class yesterday, and I immediately called her back and left a message that I would be there today. It's been three months since I made my last jump, and we were all hoping to get our "knees in the breeze" and get ourselves feeling current. Skydiving is not the sort of thing you take lightly, and I was truly hoping we could get a January skydive together to begin to feel better about our abilities. But wind and low clouds kept us from making a jump, although many of our friends did, both out of the Cessna 182 and the Caravan. We kept waiting for conditions to improve and then decided to make the jump together another day. Here's a picture of us (along with Cindy and Dave, who were not there today) getting ready to make a jump last summer.

Me, Linny, Hank, Christy, Dave, and Cindy

Hank showed up today, hoping also that he might make a jump, but we oldsters were simply not in the mood to brave the elements. On my first jump after a layoff, I really like the weather to be sunny and benign. Today it wasn't. It was very "iffy." Hank was the first to leave, and by 1:45 the rest of us called it a day.

But about the title of the post: it was a wonderful week, and the time I spent at Skydive Snohomish with my dear friends was a great way to end it. Although I missed the Saturday Fairhaven walkers' outing, I drove 75 miles south to the Drop Zone and enjoyed feeling the ambience of my skydiving hangout. I am no longer in the place where I cannot imagine going to the DZ and not making a jump. Today it was really okay not to, since the day was spent dipping my psyche into my summer activity and anticipating the future.

This past Tuesday I enjoyed my two-hour workout, catching the bus three-quarters of a mile away and getting to town an hour earlier than usual, and Wednesday I swam a quarter mile after class. Thursday was the great more-than-ten-mile hike in the Chuckanuts, and yesterday I got my every-third-week massage after class. It made me realize how fortunate I am to have the schedule I have, one that I created out of my own needs, not one that I schedule around the need to make a living. I am retired. And I am grateful for every single bit of enjoyment I squeeze from each day. I hope, truly, that your life is fulfilling your own needs, too. It's only right!
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