2 jumps today, not working on any Category skills

I jumped twice today. The first was a solo jump, which was the first time I ever jumped with nobody else around. The second was a coach jump with Tammy's dad, John Fitzgerald.

Clear blue skies. Winds from the west / southwest at a fairly steady 10-15 mph. Warmed up to about 75.

A group of 3 (Aaron's friend, Casey, and a woman I don't know) went first on my first jump. I watched them for about 5-6 seconds and went out from kneeling. I was stable very quickly, then I must have done something with my feet because I ended up flipping over. Flipped back and started working on turns. I still have a tendency to flatten out my arch on turns. Keep working on that.

Under canopy, I found myself a lot further downwind than I wanted to be. I tried to fly into the wind to get to a good spot to enter a landing pattern. I just wasn't making any headway over the ground. Gave up trying, and flew around over the field at the long end of the runway, just east of the hangar. I kept looking for other traffic, and saw none in my area. Basically landed straight in and ended up directly in front of the hangar door about 30 feet into the grass.

A solo jumper went first on my second jump. Then John got into position facing into the door. I put my right hand on his belly to help with the count. He went, and I went right with him. I angled my body into the wind, rotated my left arm to point toward him, and ended up face-to-face about 5 feet away. Then I tumbled. I must have screwed up my legs. Got stable, turned around, and flew to John. We grabbed hands for a second and backed off. He dropped lower, and I caught him. He let me sink lower, and when I stuck my butt up to slow down, I turned 180 degrees left. Turned around, came back to him. We dropped, I caught him again. He let me sink, and I did another 180 degree left turn. Turned around, came back, we docked until about 6,000. Released, I turned and tracked away about 50 feet, waved and pulled at about 4,500.

I watched John keep falling and watched him pull. That was something I'd never really watched before.

I played around under canopy, and got into a good landing pattern. Until the very end, where it became obvious that I was not landing before the taxiway. About halfway across the taxiway, I started a gentle flare, pulled my feet up just a little, then finished my flare and landed on the grass on the other side of the taxiway.