It seems like the last couple weeks is about broken stuff. Angie was rear ended on her way to work. The car is broken, she was injured and seems to be largely on the mend. The refrigerator decided to croak at the same time too.
I solo'd! Finally. All three landings were pretty decent. After I shut the plane down my instructor said I had to do one more because he couldn't find anything wrong with the first three landings. What a great experience! It makes you feel so alive. This is the stuff life is made of.
