Things are going well in nav school. I’ve been working my ass off to get top marks and have, so far this phase. My check ride is this Thursday and I am crossing my fingers for the highest rating. If I get top of the class, I have a better chance of being stationed with Larry someplace nice. Who knows. It’s all up to chance, really. But the better I do, the more pull I have with my flight commander to pull strings for me to get the aircraft I want. Tomorrow Larry finds out his reassignment… Not really sure what he’s going to get. There’s a chance to be assigned to Space & Missiles, where careers pretty much go to die. This major who likes him a lot (and is his boss for the time being) might have hooked him up, or not. Who knows.
As exciting as this looks, it’s just infrared on a navigator/ewo panel.
A couple days ago I mentioned we should probably get hitched soon so it would work out better for our assignment. He said we haven’t been dating long enough. It was all about a number, some number of months or years. I told him I couldn’t wait another year or six months because I’ll be sent half way around the world by then. He said he didn’t want to let the Air Force push him into anything. So I’m pretty frustrated and feeling rejected. I want to get married before I get my wings in December to ease the amounts of paperwork to change bases. It’s been ten months of living together; there really aren’t any more surprises. I guess I’m just thinking, “What’s the big deal. Seriously.”
This weekend we went to go tubing down the Guadeloupe river in New Braunfels with some classmates. We showed up with our cooler ‘o riesling and followed the caravan out there, about thirty minutes. The area was so crowded that we turned around and started home as soon as we could get out of there. We did, however, stop at a really old graveyard. The oldest person was born in 1801. Then we stopped at a German bakery and picked up a piece of cake for dessert while catching up on Mad Men season two.