Withdrawals

 

WITHDRAWAL–  A multi use word we see every day.  We make them from our bank accounts on an almost daily basis.  We talk about removing ourselves from a conversation as a withdrawal, or we back out of a proposed project or a business deal.  We have withdrawals if we are an  alcoholic  or substance abuser and we go to rehab to dry out.  But I am going through a different kind of “withdrawal”.   I am having withdrawal pains from lack of time flying my kites!!  KITE WITHDRAWAL FOLKS!!

Since my incarceration in hospital  in late May I have not been able to enjoy any time doing that incredible habit, hobby, sport, or  more correctly the addiction of kite flying.

Immediately following about 90 days in hospital beds, I was unable to sit up or even attempt to stand.  This meant I was transferred to a “acute care facility” or more commonly known as a nursing home.   In the last 8 months of “incarceration” here I have managed to gain back most of my mobility, although walking is still a short term endeavor and requires either a walker or as a minimum a sturdy cane to maintain balance.   Of course a majority of the time a wheelchair is the mode of transport especially to  dialysis treatments  three times a week  which are all day affairs.

Well,  you get the picture here!!   SSOOOO, I am thinking that I need to invest in an indoor glider kite!!   This building has some  nicely vaulted ceiling rooms and I have briefly flown other fliers IFlite kites and thoroughly enjoyed the experience.  Living on the almost always windy Gulf Coast, I really didn’t see a lot of time flying an indoor kite.  I do own a Revolution Indoor and only used it like 6 times in 18 years……..well,  you see.

So I will get over the withdrawals as soon as my  new indoor kite arrives.  I’ll  be happily doing loops and turns in the reception hall and central rotunda just “happy as a clam”, and I’m certain the folks around here will  be calling me “that crazy kite guy” again.  They  already think it, so why not give them affirmation and enjoy my incarceration the best I can until I am able to get outdoors and fly my Revolutions again??

Oh where, oh where is that UPS driver????

P.S.   Another thing or two I’m “jonesing”  for….the fresh seafood at the coast.  Some boiled shrimp, oysters on the half shell, baked flounder with a freshly made sauce of garlic butter and capers!      Just not something we are getting here in our cafeteria.

And those sunsets and sunrises on the water……..pure  joy to this photographers eye!!