I Drone On, and On…

I was shocked to hear that Colorado did not receive one of the coveted six designated drone testing sites.

Boo hoo.

Seriously.  Boo hoo.  Because I had already resigned myself to the fact that Harriet Alexander Field would be a future home to drone testing — and all that encompasses — an economic boon of a perhaps a dozen newbies coming to town to learn how to be drone fly-boys, along with their techies.

So I considered what I could do to find comfort in my foregone conclusion that drones were destined to become part of our local space-scape.  Voila!  I came up with the perfect remedy to my distress.  I invented the Pet Drone.

Yes!  A Plush Pet Drone!  It was to be made of soft fuzzy material and stuffed with Fiberfill. I already priced the materials at The Fringe.  It was to have button eyes.

My trusty sewing machine was up to the task. Once created, I planned to take my Pet Drone with me everywhere.  I would take it to BoCC meetings, and City Council meetings. I would stroke it whenever I felt stressed. I would be comforted knowing that it followed me everywhere. I even already had a name for it: Dizzy Drone.

And, yes. I would even sleep with it.

But alas, I won’t be sewing Dizzy Drone after all, because Colorado didn’t make the grade.

Darn.