The past eighteen month have been pretty tough as far as flying goes... Lost six months due to plantar fasciitis so bad I couldn't work the rudder pedals, then another six months due to a torn rotator cuff that wouldn't allow full left aileron input. In between, my 91-year-old mother kept me tied up with an emergency surgery, followed by a month of rehab and another month of extended home care (with me as the caregiver). Then she passed out and fell at her apartment because of dehydration, and that resulted in yet another hospitalization and round of rehab. We finally decided she needed more care than my sister and I could give her going back and forth to her apartment (she lives 45 minutes from my house), and got her moved into an assisted living place. What a relief for us, and she's actually loving it. There is a lot of social interaction among the residents, and their "activities director" is a 20-something Puerto Rican woman who is cute as a button and a total ball of energy. She keeps the place hopping!
So with all that out of the way, I'm catching up on all the chores and backlogged "honey-dos"... But I WILL get to fly this coming week, come hell or high water! But like Bob, I may well forget to take pictures...
I agree that teaching ends up teaching us even more. Right now I'll be happy if he can get the plane lined up with the direction we're traveling when it touches down. He's more fixated with the bounce than the swerve.
Third lesson today for my tail wheel student. He has demonstrated mastery of getting us to and from the runway (even in a stiff breeze), takeoff and three point landings. Today we did some grass and then introduced wheel landings. That's going to take some more work but the pieces are there