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Today I'll be traveling down to Skydive Snohomish to see if I can get a jump or two together with my old friends. It will be the first time we've gotten a chance this year. It seems that, although the weather has been fine during the week, the weekends have been wet and dreary. That, and the fact that my friend Linny was injured last year and finally feels ready to make another skydive, are the reasons I'm heading south. It was last August when she had a hard opening and suffered whiplash. It can happen, but hopefully all that is behind us and we can start fresh this year.
This year, my last year of skydiving. Yes, the more I roll that concept around in my mind, the more right it feels. But then a thought will pop up, that maybe I don't have to stop and could let it fall away more gradually. However, skydiving is one of those things that you really cannot do halfway and still be safe and stay current. Every winter I am anxious and nervous before the first few jumps of the season, and now it's been almost two months since my last skydive in southern California. I've got those same butterflies going on right now, and I will continue to feel that way until I've actually landed under my beautiful canopy. Then I can hardly wait to get packed up and go again.
However, the infirmities of my body make it harder and harder to get that canopy back into the bag and ready for another jump. I'll look for a packer to hire today, since I know I'll be much less tired at the end of the day if I do that. There are a couple of good ones at the Drop Zone if they are not already too busy. If I do end up having to pack for myself, I won't make many, that's for sure. But it will be wonderful to visit with my skydiving friends again, so I will be fine no matter what the day turns out to be.
My friend Judy is going to be spending the summer recovering from a fall. She was coming back this week from a visit to her family in the south, and while in the airport she fell on her right elbow and shattered it. Right now she's waiting for surgery and is in a great deal of pain. She loves her garden and won't be able to spend any time in it for the next few months, so I'm really wondering what I can do to cheer her up. She's got lots of friends and family to take care of her, but I sure would like to do something, which would make ME feel better. I've thought of maybe flowers or books, but nothing seems quite right. I'll think of something. She is having difficulty sleeping, since she cannot move her right arm (it's in a sling until the surgery). Maybe one of my blogging friends will think of something and make a comment that will solve my dilemma.
I threw my back out last Tuesday by making a thoughtless move in my exercise class. I should know better, but I keep forgetting that certain movements will cause my lower back, in the sciatic area, to pinch a nerve and then for a few days I can't use it properly. It always gets better, and there is only a little residual pain there today, but between my bum knee and my back, I can feel that stuffing my parachute into the bag will not be fun. It is interesting to me, though, that the adrenaline rush of skydiving and the shared experience with my friends can make me completely forget those little things while I'm involved in the activity. And then on the drive home I realize how tired and sore I really am. Hopefully that will be the situation today.
What else is on my mind? This coming Thursday we will once again be heading up into the High Country on our hikes. We might be turned back by snow earlier than we would like, but it should be beautiful with clear skies and views of my favorite mountains. Although I enjoy our lowland hikes during the winter and spring months, they just don't compare to the breathtaking vistas and forested trails that we get to experience in the summer. I remember when I first started going on these hikes five years ago. I was unable to imagine the level of enjoyment and camaraderie that would develop with my hiking friends. They are like family to me now, since we spend the entire day together, week after week; you get to know each other very well. And since I blog about our activities, they all tell me how much they enjoy the pictures and chronicle I keep of our adventures.
I can feel this post coming to an end, as my thoughts begin to move toward the day's events and what I still need to do to get ready to go. The sun is streaming in the windows, my tea is gone, and I can feel myself anxious to get out the door and down the road to Snohomish. Yes, the thrill is still there, nowhere near gone, when it comes to skydiving. I'll take every last little bit of it I can! Until next week, I bid you farewell, and I hope you find a wonderful activity (or two or three) that will remind you how wonderful it is to be alive!