The Navy jets streak low overhead in a tight formation, creating a screaming, rolling thunder across the partly cloudy sky. It is not a sound I am used to yet, but it’s very common here in Virginia Beach, Virginia, next to Ocenana Navel Air Station.
Back home near Athol a loud noise in our woods is a Pileated woodpecker’s wack-wack-wack or a coyote’s brassy song announcing its presence.
I am on a vacation (of sorts) in Virginia Beach, and thoroughly enjoying my time with Ana, Noah and Alice.
Noah and I drank some beer we had brewed together last spring when I was here. I liked it; he isn’t so sure, because it’s not up to his standard. It does not have the proper blend of hops and barleys that he was hoping for.
Alice and I have been playing in the parks and in the yard. I have met Dusty Plane of the Disney movie as well as the whole Movie Cars cast of characters; they are quite a fun bunch. Alice and I went for a bike ride around the neighborhood yesterday—well, she rode while I pushed the bike. It is a child’s design with a handle on the back to push and steer. She got a good fun ride in. I got tired.
The real reason for being here at this time is Ana, or more correctly Lucy. Lucy was supposed arrive, via Ana, yesterday—so now we wait.
For someone as in tune to the timing and, what appears to be, randomness of nature this is a rather interesting experience for me. Our waiting seems to be in sharp contrast to those jets that are not even waiting for their own sound waves.
I can easily pick up on Ana’s impatience and discomfort while understanding there is nothing any of us can do to change the situation.
I may not have any discomfort, except for tortured ears; still, I too feel anxious for the new baby’s arrival, while at the same time loving this experience with the family and a nearly three-year-old’s energy and sense of discovery of her world.
Back home, fall is painting a new landscape in our woods; the fawn’s baby spots are disappearing and maturing into the tawny brown of its parents. Occasionally, a small plain flies high overhead but the normal sounds are songs of nature getting ready for winter.
The pace of the season seems a bit frantic normally, but from the perspective here next to a jet base it seems calm and soothing.
As some more jets roar overhead Ana announces she has given Lucy an eviction notice. It sound good and I love the imagery and we all know Lucy is simply choosing her perfect birthday.
Lucy did, indeed, choose her birthday, arriving at 6:22 am on September 29. She shares her birthday with (among others) Miguel de Cervantes, Michelangelo and Tintoretto, Gene Autry, and Jerry Lee Lewis. Mother and daughter are doing well. Congratulations, Grandpa Ernie, and welcome, Lucy Claire.