If you find my drone, just leave it on the front porch. The last time we saw it was as it passed over the house, still rising but heading toward the valley. It was an impressive flight.
I received it as a gift from my kids and my son was the pilot in “control” when it made its break for freedom. We flew it in the house a bit and then went for the challenge of the great outdoors. Unfortunately the winds of Texas were more than we bargained for.
We looked in the trees and down the hill. We talked to the neighbors and they had lost one over Thanksgiving and evidently the guy down the road had lost one recently. I had hopes it would be like looking for my golf ball. Often when I can’t find mine I find someone else’s. I wonder how many drones are waiting out in the wilderness for someone to find them?
It was fun while it lasted. If I was a ten year old boy I would be shattered. Being older and wiser, I shrug my shoulders and get on with life. The kids will probably buy me another one so they can play with it.
homo unius libri
No doubt your last line is true. - lol
ReplyDeleteIt is payback for all the things I bought them so I could play with them.
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Oldest son, flying his drone in the park, managed to set it down in the middle of the river. Being older and wiser, he too shrugged, told me with a sheepish grin what had happened and ordered another, which I think he till has. He stays away from the river now.
ReplyDeleteI think you are hinting that we should learn from our mistakes. It is always good to converse with an optimist.
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