1927 Chevy pickup with Tri-Colour Cab

Cedar at the roof support, red oak down the cabin sides, seat support in a darker fir or hemlock, runningboards in hemlock or fir.  What to do?

1927 Chevy number plate deciphering

 

 1927 Chevy Capitol Number Plate

1927 Chevy 1-Ton Pickup Truck... Thanks StoveBolt.com

An Australian Stovebolt in good running order.  Just about to get torn down for some sanding to the cab and bed.

In the bed was a make-shift seat that we will be scrapping.

All Summed Up

Bro, Great to hear from you.

Life is ... really swell...  to put it correctly. 
Sarah and Brent just had their baby last night 7pm on the 16th.  She pretty much labored at home and went and checked in and had the baby about two hours later.  No muss no fuss.  Henry Gerald DeBoer.
But I'll be calling him Hank, especially during Moustache March.  Then maybe Tank.

My homies are fine.  Avery started Karate with a friend and loves it... I watched her without her knowing and my heart kinda melted.. never happened before while watching or coaching her.   Just having Avery throw punches while smiling is really pretty adorable but I reckon I'm biased.

Regan went that same night to "Girl Guides" with a friend.  Sorta like brownies or something... but came home kinda miffed that they "taught us how to hang wet clothes, and do ironing... and polish shoes... don't forget the shoe polishing."  That was her smart ass direct quote that made Lisa and I bust out.  Regan delivered it that way on purpose and was trying not to smile and be miffed.  Man she is funny.

Our stuff that we shipped will arrive this week from the US -that will be cool.  My motorcycle finally got approved for import and left last week and should be here around the first week of April.  I just purchased an unlocked 3G iphone and a 32gb 3GS iphone and an iPad from my connection back home and Justin will be shipping that over. this week since everything is twice as expensive here.

Lisa is trying to stay busy and now that we have little Hank that will be easier for her.  She and I have never been better.  Her schedule doesn't leave me waving to her car as I pull in from work, or worse I'm not dragging along to keep up with her schedule.  We hang.  With each other.  Enjoying each other's company.  Being great friends and the main focus for each other- refreshingly it is the kind of marriage I dreamed of having when I lived by my fly rod and convinced myself I'd never be married.

As for work...
I spent a little over a month on the motorhome line going from the chassis on up the line to learn how each part of the process goes.  I was asked to hang around a bit more to learn the "slide-out" installation and it was a brand new motor going in for the first time so that was cool.
Then a few days ago on this Tuesday I started my first jobby-job and that was to tear down an entire motorhome that had gotten rear-ended by a truck.  It was cool.  I bled for my employer, but it was great to have a job to do, and enjoy doing it.
I told Lisa, "They are paying me to dismantle a motorhome.  How cool is that?".  My hands are destroyed and small bits of fiberglass are embedded in my arms and cause annoying pain as the sheets and pillow rub it in at night but I'm so tired the pain is very temporary.:-)

I just finished it this afternoon and left the R&D shop to find a quiet place and write an email to you and kill a good thirty minutes before I head home and go meet Hank.

You should be on schedule to come over for a visit?  Isn't your time coming up?  Talk to someone.  Figure it out.  And once you guys get here we'll just have you chat with some people...  You'll end up staying.

Thanks especially with all your help on getting the Blazer games.  That has been a very stellar bit of servicing you have given us.

Really good to have you reach out.

Chutes And Ladders

This indecision's bugging me

If you don't want me, set me free

Exactly who'm I'm supposed to be

Don't know which clothes even fit me?

So come on and let me know

Should I cool it or should I blow?

Should I stay or should I go now?

Should I stay or should I go now?

If I go there will be trouble

And if I stay it will be double

So you gotta let me know

Should I cool it or should I go?

To wrestle and battle with decisions small and large is the essence of the human condition.  Some find it easiest and most comfortable to work for someone else, be told what to do and therefore leave themselves enough energy to be able to make other decisions once they are told they can go home for the day.  I spent about 9 years just trying to figure out what I was going to do for a college major, trying this and that, going to school in several different states and lacking much direction.  The only thing I could really focus on was the location of the nearest place to catch a fish and hopping from bar jobs at night and sporting goods store jobs in the day to help me afford to get to the river.  I only recall odd snippets of my education for Trivial Pursuit and such.  Most of my good learning that shaped me came through trying to understand the "Third Eye" of the Tibetan monks, or the work-wisdom of Ben Franklin through Poor Richard's Almanac.  I didn't worry about what I was "supposed to do" in the eyes of the world, and had no inner turmoil due to this lack of "real direction" -that is until a few years into my first career-type job that took away everything I had in my heart for what I really knew I was "supposed to do" with my time I was given.

  The Hindu have a caste system that puts the people of society into different roles based on their previous success in another life.  I get that, but they might be missing the point of letting themselves get out of the current level in the life they are in and just improve on what they have going on today.  What I understand though is that we all have the ability to do or not do what we know insides ourselves to be the next step in our lives.  Some are called to wake up and go to a place where they make calls to sell something that someone else made and if anything goes wrong with the product someone else is handling the support for it so they can rest assured that they won't have to answer for the sale.  It is a comfortable way to spend their days on this earth, but that is not me.  I often wish it were me because life could have been so much easier.  I wouldn't have had to wrestle and battle inside myself to get out of the "caste system" that I was allotted.  My wife wouldn't have had to watch me spiral in and out of control while balancing the desires of my heart with our false desire for a plastic house in the suburbs of our home town.  She wouldn't have had to spend a few years telling our daughters to "be extra nice to daddy" and "he's not really angry at you".

We are all playing a game of "Chutes and Ladders" from the day we come out of the womb.  Whether we are born to a hunting tribe in French Guyana or the son of a cattle baron in Texas we all start out at the beginning and have nothing.  The difference is that some get to land on more ladders to skip some of the work of walking the board - i.e.- the son of the wealthy cattleman.  But I believe that for as many ladders as he gets to land on he probably has that many chutes he could choose to slide down as well.  The son of the hunter in Guyana with a bone in his nose, has less peer pressure to steal a car and wrap it around a tree after washing down a mix of pills with a martini at a night club.  The boards are similar and what we know as success at the end is respectively the same.  We just need to focus on our game and not someone else's lest we miss our ladder and end up slipping down a chute.