I love it when the Air Show comes to town...at first. At first, the jets roaring overhead give me an adrenaline rush and I watch them with a big goofy grin on my face. At first, I dash outside to watch them knowing that I'll rarely see them because by the time I hear them, they are gone. At first, I'll smile when the Sopwith Camels fly over, looking ancient and clunky, lacking the sleekness of later planes. At first...
By Sunday, I'm done. The teeth-rattling zoom, the window-shaking booms, the bird-scattering screeches give me a headache. My fun meter has been pegged.
This weekend has been further compounded with my husband on the patio watching the golf tournament - The roar of the crowd mixes with the thunder of the jets. All this is punctuated by explosive sneezes as my poor son's allergies seem to be particularly bad today.
I can't wait for Monday!
