M.W.
08-04-2005, 02:53 PM
Two recent postings by BunnyRabbit seemed to be
aimed at my psyche. First there was the lonely
song of love's painful separation followed by
one offering some bits of arcane speculation
pertaining to wings and airfoil shapes.
I think I've been had --- or zapped.
In 1973 my wife and I separated after working
together for many years in Free Flight model
aviation. We had been not only officers and
publishers but both of us also competed in
competitions. She helped me in many areas
where I was lacking ...in particular I was not
only enept but also had a bad case of writer's
block and couldn't write a legible sentence --
and I was supposed to be an EDITOR! She did it!
(some years later she was inducted into the Hall
of Fame for her contributions)
The split was amiable, but on my side quite
upsetting and painful. I couldn't understand
then what had gone wrong.
Anyway, I was quite depressed. One night, some
months later, I leafed through a small "spiritual"
booklet that came though the mail. Something strange
caught my eye; it was a tiny defect on the paper.
What got my attention was that the outline of the
mark looked like a wing airfoil. I put it on an
enlarging printer and blew it up to several inches
in length. There was no doubt now, It was THE
particular shape of the special airfoil that I had
created for my wife's airplane design, the "Siren-Ara."
Naturally I paid close attention to the message that
followed such a dramatic "Imprimatur"!
The general sense was for me to stop worrying, "that
I could have no idea whatsoever, at that present time,
where coming unexpected bunny trails would be taking me
in the future."
Although I could intellectually appreciate the advice the
pain and frustration was still there. The airplanes now
seemed a mere reminder of my failure as a husband. I
couldn't get moving.
In the early `80s she tragically took her life. She was
only in her thirties. That kind of departure leaves
wounds that don't heal.
I carry her memory with me most every day. I do agonize
uselessly over things I should have done, or should not
have done, in our relationship. I also apologize to her
spirit for hanging on and on since I imagine it gets tiring
on her side to have to keep fending off lingering static
and noise from me in the 3D.
ANYWAY
I think I might have gotten yet another "airfoil" message
At least it is comforting to think such! And look where
the bunny trail's have finally led me!
Bill G
aimed at my psyche. First there was the lonely
song of love's painful separation followed by
one offering some bits of arcane speculation
pertaining to wings and airfoil shapes.
I think I've been had --- or zapped.
In 1973 my wife and I separated after working
together for many years in Free Flight model
aviation. We had been not only officers and
publishers but both of us also competed in
competitions. She helped me in many areas
where I was lacking ...in particular I was not
only enept but also had a bad case of writer's
block and couldn't write a legible sentence --
and I was supposed to be an EDITOR! She did it!
(some years later she was inducted into the Hall
of Fame for her contributions)
The split was amiable, but on my side quite
upsetting and painful. I couldn't understand
then what had gone wrong.
Anyway, I was quite depressed. One night, some
months later, I leafed through a small "spiritual"
booklet that came though the mail. Something strange
caught my eye; it was a tiny defect on the paper.
What got my attention was that the outline of the
mark looked like a wing airfoil. I put it on an
enlarging printer and blew it up to several inches
in length. There was no doubt now, It was THE
particular shape of the special airfoil that I had
created for my wife's airplane design, the "Siren-Ara."
Naturally I paid close attention to the message that
followed such a dramatic "Imprimatur"!
The general sense was for me to stop worrying, "that
I could have no idea whatsoever, at that present time,
where coming unexpected bunny trails would be taking me
in the future."
Although I could intellectually appreciate the advice the
pain and frustration was still there. The airplanes now
seemed a mere reminder of my failure as a husband. I
couldn't get moving.
In the early `80s she tragically took her life. She was
only in her thirties. That kind of departure leaves
wounds that don't heal.
I carry her memory with me most every day. I do agonize
uselessly over things I should have done, or should not
have done, in our relationship. I also apologize to her
spirit for hanging on and on since I imagine it gets tiring
on her side to have to keep fending off lingering static
and noise from me in the 3D.
ANYWAY
I think I might have gotten yet another "airfoil" message
At least it is comforting to think such! And look where
the bunny trail's have finally led me!
Bill G