The Flight Simulator Pilot

5-I-2004

Darling,

I'm posting this message in your newsgroup as I know this is the only way to get it to you since flight simulation entered our lives two years ago.

The children are doing well. Our son is seven now and is a bright and handsome boy. He has developed quite a flair for art. He drew a family portrait for a school project. All the figures were good, but yours was excellent. The computer, the model airplane, the chair, and the back of your head are rendered with stunning detail and accuracy. You would be very proud of him.

As you'll recall our precious little girl turned three in September. She still remembers that you spent the whole day with her on her birthday. What quality time it was for her when you allowed her to watch you re-enact Amelia Earhart's last flight! She was sorry that she crashed before your plane did, but she was *so* sleepy. Poor thing. When she asked how come Daddy's TV only had a grey picture, I told her you were staring at fog. Was I right?

I am also doing well. I went blonde about a year ago and was delighted to find out that blondes really do have more fun.

Lars, I mean Mr. Swenson, the department head, has taken an interest in my career and has become a good friend to all of us.

The house is in good shape. I had the living room painted last Spring. I'm not sure if you noticed it. I made sure the painters cut air holes in the dropcloths so you wouldn't be disturbed. They were very apologetic about splattering your charts.

I've discovered that the household chores are much easier since you allow me to vacuum around you instead of using the feather duster that makes you sneeze and also streaks your goggles.

I will be at the ski lodge this weekend with Lars and the kids. But don't worry, darling, we have separate bedrooms, and he is well aware that I am married. I will try to call you, but if the line is busy, then I'll know that you are connected by modem with your flight instructor who is demonstrating advanced manoeuvres. (I still can't believe he's only thirteen! His parents must be as proud of him as I am of you.)

The housekeeper has been instructed to keep your coffee cup filled and to give you a fresh straw every three hours. Just let her know when you're getting hungry and she'll give you some frozen pizza to suck on.

Good luck circumnavigating the world via the poles! Should be a fun weekend! See you Sunday night!

Fondly,

Your wife