"One today is worth two tomorrows. Never leave to tomorrow what you can do today." So said Ben Franklin, and if I hadn't read this recently, I'd be in bed now instead of trying to write this blog. I'm as bone tired as I can remember.
Okay, so I have a short memory.
Yesterday I drove with three of my children to Marana (near Tucson) so Wayne and Kat could hop a ride on the only B-24 that's still in flying condition. Literally at the last minute, I heard, "Mom, there's room for you, too. Do you want to go?"
I couldn't say no to such a great opportunity, so instead I said goodbye to David.
Everyone else ducked under the open bomb bay doors and easily climbed aboard. I had to wait for someone to find steps for me. Even bending low posed a small problem for a hefty, old lady with a strained muscle in her left leg. With many helping hands, I made it.
The hour flight from Marana to Glendale thrilled me. Nothing plush, noisy, I stood by the large, open windows, my hair blowing everywhere, and occasionally had to hold my skirt down. At only a thousand feet, I could pick out individual trees in an orchard.
I thought of Charles, who had enjoyed piloting this same kind of bomber, and of my maternal grandmother born in covered-wagon times (1847) whose life span included an airplane ride. I wrote pages about it in my journal, and would like to give you a short version of all I felt. However, after yesterday's flight, today's Diamondback baseball game, and a three-hour writing class this evening, I'll simply have to change the focus on Ben Franklin's quote.
"Never leave to tomorrow the sleep you need today."