Shoup Airlines

And so it begins

Another chapter nears its rightful end as the quaint little house on Diablo Circle goes up for sale. I can’t begin to describe how much fun it is having agents and interested buyers arrive at all hours of the day wanting to walk through. It cracks me up how each little tour feels more and more like they are judging my lifestyle within the house as opposed to just looking at the house.

This also signifies the end of entrenchments between myself and the never ending ant army. I believe they realized sometime ago that they met an admirable foe and are just standing by until the changing of the guard. They have show of force marches from time to time but dare go no further than the driveway or patio. As for the earwig faction, I’m of the opinion that their numbers were decimated and moved on. I find the occasional wig but it has never been enough to warrant a report to command. I can only hope the new owners have an appreciation for seven legged spiders and a healthy fear of the other bug.

More importantly this also means that sweltering and sticky corner of Alabama is nearing the horizon. Rumors of what to expect are flying at Mach 4. I’ve received more advice from people that have never been through the WOC program and even some that have never been to Rucker! You know how hard it is to keep a straight face through that? One would think my body is wrought with excitement, but pain is the better descriptor here. I’ve begun a workout culled from Basic and AIT exercises learned last year and hurt does not begin to describe what I feel. My triceps are screaming bloody murder, my abs revolt every time I blink and my lungs incinerate with each intake of air. God, I love that ache-filled feeling of a new workout!

So as this chapter plays out its final pages, the questions and heady anticipation of what to expect in the next chapter begin to play hide and seek not only with me but all of you as well. Care to join me?