I think it's time to write this weekend's race off as a big "?"
This was the 8th year of the race so the turnout was decent, but the first time at this venue with a totally new course. Two days later and there are still no results posted. I guess they couldn't make sense of what happened either.
This "cold" that I've heard so many of you speak about finally reached Atlanta this weekend. Nothing like waking up early on a Saturday morning to freeze your tookus off. I feel better knowing the food pantry that benefited from this race will have the money to help more people this holiday season.
Saturday turned around for us though. The ladies were treated to an impromptu dinner date later that night.
Now we don't have to live in Atlanta, but we choose to so we can spend more time together as a family.
Deciding where to live is a difficult choice for pilot families...stay where your roots are or follow your pilot? This it what works for us.
Instead of leaving a half day before a trip starts (or in some cases even the entire day before), Mr. Blondie leaves 45 minutes before he's scheduled to duty in. Living in base also allows us to steal these extra moments together.
M had a 3 hour wait before his last trip of the day, so we met him for dinner at the airport. It's times like these that make the move it worth it.
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