Missed Opportunities

I'm so sad. I missed seeing Jose fly over because I didn't wait long enough.

Jose arrived at the airport at 8:30 to go flying. I waited until 9:30 for him to call the house phone (my iPhone was temporarily deactivated -- don't get me started on that). When I hadn't heard it ring by 9:30, I decided to sit on the balcony and read, listening for his plane. I knew I wouldn't hear the phone, but I'd hear his plane. And I did hear planes, a half dozen of them -- a couple jets, a helicopter, and the distinct sound of a couple small general aviation airplanes. When I heard the latter, I jumped from my seat to scan the sky. Each time, I was met with a plane too far away, or going the wrong direction. It wasn't him.

At 10:30, I knew that I had missed him. I couldn't figure out how, since I never heard the phone while I was inside, and never heard or saw his plane while I was outside. But it had been two hours, and he had to have taken off by then. And it's only 10 minutes from takeoff to flyover. I had to have missed him.

So I went inside and left for work.

He took off at 10:37.

He thought he saw me on the balcony. He said he even rocked the wings as he flew over.

But I missed him.

Here he is flying over during his first solo in March. I haven't seen him fly since.

I am a horrible girlfriend. And a sad one.