Selfish Mother Nature

There is one profession that I have sworn I would never want to do, or involve myself with. That is farming. Why you ask? Because with farming you are completely and utterly dependent upon the weather. Obviously I mean grain or crop farming, not the kind of farming that involved any kind of animal because that would be so much worse than regular farming and therefore I have removed that from my point entirely. Farming is one profession in which you are at the mercy of the weather. You can have the best growing season ever, then have winter come too early and destroy it all. Or, you can not even have a growing season due to unusually large rainfall or not enough rainfall. You pray for dry days, then rainy days, then warm days. It would just be too stressful for me and I am not the type that enjoys being dependent on something so completely and utterly uncontrollable. So, instead, what do I do? I take up flying.

Talk about dependent on the weather. At least when you're safely enveloped in a combine it won't kill you. And yes, it's completely unpredictable sometimes but at least not to the point that you're trapped in some remote town, or field, due to an oncoming storm. Honestly, why would someone who cannot stand for being out of control take up something so uncontrollable as flying. I'm sorry, that was wrong. You have a great deal of control when you're flying, or at least you should or you've got an entirely different set of problems on your hands, but you are still completely at the mercy of that beautiful, irritating and irrational mother nature.

As you can might have guessed from my bitter attitude, I made plans today that entirely revolved around flying. I was going to fly to a few airports to which I've never been and then stop and have lunch with a friend before coming home. Now I cannot because it is far too windy and the fargo does not do too well in high, gusty winds, as is the case with most small aircraft. It's not that I cannot go have lunch with my friend, I am still planning on that, it's just that I now will have to drive there, and where is the fun in that? Anybody can hop in their cars and go to a nearby town to visit. Not anyone can fly there. And now I will spend 1.5 hours driving along a busy highway on which I've been countless times instead of spending 1.5 hours in the air flying over places I've never seen. All because of the stupid weather. Maybe I should take up something else, something indoors in which it doesn't matter one little bit how things are faring outside. Something like knitting. Then again I could just get a bigger plane and take on Mother Nature myself. Yes. That is also a possibility.