A little parody on the "Flying Nun" of the 1960s. Never thought a person could fly by themselves? I had a little experience the other day that taught me otherwise. When Sandra and I picked up the couple sheets of blue Styrofoam the other day for adding to the rafters, the wind was a bit brisk. But I didn't think it was anything to think about. She was ahead of me as we left Lowe's headed for the truck. I'm carrying the two sheets and since they were very light, was just holding them by the top edge . Turned out they were facing the wind, which I hadn't thought much about, and I was behind them. All of a sudden a huge gust arises, and grabs the outer sheet and begins to take it. I'm trying to hold it while bracing against the other. The gust was huge! As I'm thrown off balance from attempting to hold onto the one getting away, it finally rips out of my grasp, and I get picked up off the ground by the other sheet! Only for a second but fully In the air, landing gently, yes gently, on my back on the asphalt still holding onto the remaining sheet. As I make my way back to the shelter of the building, Sandra's rolling with laughter, another customer comes running to see if I'm OK, and one more customer catches the one that got away down by the contractor entrance. What an experience! And I have a new understanding how strong the blue foam is. I thought sure that my "sail" would have snapped in two, as it pushed against me, but it held together just fine.
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Take that, Sally Field!