Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Jerry in Africa

What's Jerry up to at work, you may wonder?  Where does he fly?  What does he fly?  Does he like it?  Is he happy?

Here are the answers to those questions and more in this one-on-none interview with Jerry.  (Today, the part of Jerry will be played by me, Paula.)

Interviewer:  So, Jerry.  Tell us about your work.  What do you fly?

Jerry:  I fly the Boeing 787 for United Airlines.

Interviewer:  What is the plane like?

Jerry:   With the nickname, Dreamliner, you can get a sense of the dreaminess of this plane.  We pilots even have our own sleeping quarters so we can sleep half of the trip and get paid very well while we nap.  It's a great job.


Interviewer:  I see.  That sounds like a good gig.  How many pilots are on the plane?  Who's flying while you're sleeping?

Jerry:  There are four pilots; 2 captains and 2 copilots.  We take turns flying while the other sleeps.  We are awake and alert while in the cockpit, though everything, including landing, is automated so basically I sit there and make sure nothing goes wrong.  But if it does, we are highly trained to avoid disaster. 

Interviewer:  Where do you fly regularly?

Jerry:  The 787 does long haul trips, such as transcontinental and overseas.  Because I have to commute in for each of my trips, I typically try to fly the Lagos, Nigeria trip because I can commute in on the same day I leave for the trip, and get home the same day I get back from the trip.  And it pays the most for the least amount of time gone from home.  I fly three trips per month, each trip is three nights away from home.  I work the minimum I can to maximize time at home.  I have a boat that needs a captain and fish that need killing.


Interviewer:  I bet flying to Nigeria is a long flight.  Why would United fly to Nigeria?  What's there?

Jerry:  It's a 12 hour flight.  I sleep for half of it so it's OK.  Lagos has a population of 20 million people and a recent influx of oil discoveries in Nigeria has increased US interest in the area.  Oil, you know, black gold.


Interviewer:  Do you feel safe flying there?  What about ebola?  Terrorists?  Mosquitoes?

Jerry:  We are safe and are well covered in the security department.  We drive from the airport to a hotel where the aircrew hang out together, sleep, workout, eat in the restaurant, or watch fifteen thousand hours of Netflix.  I have become a Netflix addict. 


Interviewer:  Do you ever venture out into the surrounding neighborhoods?

Jerry:  Nope.  It's loud with cars honking and people shouting.  There's really nowhere to go. 


Interviewer:  But what about ebola?  And mosquitoes?

Jerry:  Because we don't venture out into the city, our exposure to those particular African evils are limited.  I avoid direct contact with anyone in the airport or hotel.  Or so I tell my wife, who is awesome by the way, but prone to health anxiety and an overactive imagination, and a fascination with all things medical.


Interviewer:  Tell me more about your wife.  She sounds interesting. 

Jerry:  She's the best woman in the world.  She can manage the house and kids without me and I know things will be OK when I'm gone.  She's a fabulous cook and keeps a meticulously clean house.  She's never short-tempered or loses her patience. 

Interviewer:  Wow.  That's glowing praise.  It's almost as if she were speaking for you.

Jerry:  What?  No way.  Couldn't be.  But......maybe.......

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Sailing Camp

One week in July is the yearly sailing camp, held by the Eleuthera Swim and Sail Club.  The camp, and weekly sailing club, meet on the beach of Cupid's Cay, Govornor's Harbour, Eleuthera.


For a week, the kids get to learn about sailing, swim, paddle board, enjoy friendly competitions and races, and make new friends. There are Opti's for the younger sailors, and Sunfish for the older sailors.  The family who runs camp and club, volunteer their time and experience to make this a very fun week for the participants. 


Each day includes stretching, partner exercises, sailing instruction, swimming, and mounds of teen and preteen jibber-jabber. 


Josh and his soon to be best friend John got to sail first in one of the Opti's, carefully instructed by a volunteer sailor.  Watch out for the boom, John!


While the kids waited their turn with a sailboat, they could swim, take out one of the paddleboards, and hang out with friends.  Any time anyone was in the water, they had to wear a life jacket, no matter their swimming skill.  

Phoebe, wanna go out on the boat?

 
Phoebe was put in a boat all by herself, despite her having just turned 6.  She was assigned a one-on-one volunteer to teach her and stay near her as she learned her way around the Opti. 
 

No.  I wasn't a nervous dang wreck while sitting on the beach taking photos of Phoebe as my baby, with a mere five minute sailing lesson, sped off with the wind. 

Nah.  Not nervous at all.  I didn't want to yell and shout and scream and jump into the water fully clothed and swim out to save my baby from accidentally sailing away to Cuba. 

She was good.  The wind was mild, the instructors nearby, and a rescue boat was patrolling the bay.  They'd get her. 

I hoped.



Maybe. 

Phoebe?  Where are you going?

Um, Phoebe.  This isn't funny. 

PHOEBE!!!