The Ride

Thank you for the words of encouragement but, I'm sorry, I don't think I was quite as emphatic as was warranted.

I wish I could share the little ditty that I made up as I was going through the rig yesterday but Aunt Bette is reading this. Later on, bored with the salty little song I had been singing, a current song by Train called 'Save Me San Francisco' took root in my head. Not the whole song, just one line; "I've been high, I've been low, I've been yes and I've been OH HELL NO." That one got me through the afternoon.

I wish I could share what I found going through the rig but my mother is reading this.

When Robb got home he relayed the rhythm of feelings towards the rig; each morning, relatively rested he would fill with optimism, look around and see the potential and say to himself, 'yes, we can make this work!' Then he would drive all day, try to make a meal, use the restroom, touch a chair or wall and he too would sing 'oh hell no!' Though possibly to a different tune, maybe a throw back to a Rob Base sort of beat.

I completely understand the ride now.

After much discussion and planning, budgeting, prioritizing, negotiating and compromise we are united and excited to go for it. There are a couple of deal break hurtles we must pass early this week but for all intents and purposes we are signing our gypsy souls away to the rebuilding of this Newell.

So here it is. (Click on the picture to see more.)