"I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above."

Well the birthday went pretty well. I got some cool stuff and a good amount of $$ to put in the bank. Not sure if I will splurge and get myself something or not... Knowing me, I won't. I just can't spend money... Unless it is something important or pertinent to our utter survival as human beings, such as something airplane related, I won't buy it. If you haven't read it in Allison's blog, my brother and I's flight got pushed back until this coming thursday. Not only that, but we got pushed back to the first flight.... That is, the first flight since the 100 hr inspection, and the first flight since we suddenly rely on my 14 y/o idiot of a brother to check the oil in engines 2-4.......wow...I'm frightened. Not really though...I have decided that I would much rather fly on this airplane, with 100 hrs on the airframe, than a jet liner. Reason: Your modern airliner has many thousands of hours in the air, more electronics, and jet engines…. Basically, more can go wrong… It was really neat to watch Kevin, my dad, & Tom Reilly in the cockpit running up one of the engines.
Allison & I went to watch Kevin play in one of his first high school games, but they kept having to delay it because of the lightning. So we eventually came home and they finally played later on winning both games today. He scored two goals against another teams varsity squad so hopefully he can keep up the good work. He would be even better if he really put his heart & sole into it.
Alright, I should probably bring this to a close. I need to go try to a.) get this tie tying thing down, b.) try out a couple of different outfits to wear for the flight Thursday…. I figure if I don’t make it, Ima go out doing something I have dedicated my whole life to, aviation……

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My county is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.