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.

I need order before I can start.  I'll spend an hour cleaning my garage before I rip three boards lengthwise for 8 minutes and put sawdust everywhere.  It's a mental block I have.  There are just some things that need to be a certain way before I can begin.  There are certain things that need to be done in a certain order.  There is an order to the mundane trivial things in life that has to be followed.  Out of this curse is a blessing however.  I question the way other things are done and ask myself is that the best way, and I have no issues removing everyone else's preconceptions on the way things are supposed to be.

This way of thinking works great for design.  I built a deck a few years ago, and imagined the deck rail parallel to a small stream waterfeature that ran between two ponds.  My children were probably just walking about this time, but I designed a mixture of large structural deck railing going from side to side between the supports and strong enough so that the kids could climb up the rail and peer into the stream.  The norm on deck rails is vertical.  Many couldn't see my vision, but once it was complete there was no mistaking that my ability to see things in a bigger framework of life is better for everyone...
...most of the time.

When emptying the dishwasher, I could almost blow a gasket if someone doesn't start with the silverware in the open door, then slide the bottom rack out and empty those items, then slide out the top rack and put the stemware away.  If you start in any other order you get water on the dry dishes below.  And sometimes it is that gritty water that holds a bit of Cream-of-wheat still in the concave, upturned bottoms of your drinking glasses.  It just makes sense to do things a certain way.  Why is the rest of the world so oblivious to this?

A long drive to the middle of no-where

I stopped in Vernonia to grab the hunting regulations since I was in
an unfamiliar location on the border of the Scappoose Unit and Saddle
Mountain. At the Hardware/liquor strore/bait and tackle shop I
noticed coolant coming out like mad under my truck. The beginning of
a long day was ahead of me but I had elk on the brain.
I figured I should let the engine cool at the next gate I come to and
hunt for the day and deal with my truck later. I bought some coolant
and headed on out of town.
Engine temperature rose and I ended pulling off in a completely new
area that I hadn't planned on. Even through the steamy coolant smell
of my truck I could smell elk as soon as I stopped and stepped out the
door.
I had an amazing hunt stumbling upon two does right off the bat.
There was scattered fresh sign around each turn... bear, cougar, deer,
elk. I was "in it" all day. I found a great spot by being stranded
at this gate. I may have spent too long in one area and approached a
different area incorrectly but I know I can go back and do it right.
Earlier in the week I was reading a thread about "weird things in the
woods" on ifish.net. I remembered one guy posting that his friend
leaves golf balls up at intersections in the woods and trailheads.
Upon reading it I vaguely remember coming across them in years past.
Wouldn't you know it but I happened to come across one about two miles
into the back country. I had to take a picture of it. You can see
the ball in the lower left corner. It was a "2 SRIXON" whatever that
means. Label was facing up so I could read it without disturbing it.
At dark I headed to the truck. My long bow still felt light and my
legs felt strong. I hoofed it out in a hurry. It took me about 90
minutes to go 30 miles back to Vernonia. I could run the truck for a
while then had to shut it down. A guy named Allen came by and offered
to call my wife when he got into service. I had a new thermostat in
my truck, just no 3/8" extension to get the old thermostat out.
Neither did he.
When I rolled into the mini-mart where Allen told me to go, the girl
running the store was waiting for me. Allen had called ahead. When
she found out I just need a little tool, she made a call to Chief of
"Chief's Yota Builds" and he came over to the station and helped me
put my new thermostat on. He tells me he builds Toyotas and screaming
quads and such. This morning I looked for some sort of contact listing online for his business but I guess it operates a little more covertly.  He was a heck of a nice guy. The whole town seemed
to have pitched in to get me on my way. I guess it sometimes takes a
village to rescue the fatigued in fatigues.

FinChasers Half-Page

Timing is everything

Gerry in a nutshell

Here is some great video that may encapsulate the epitomy of "The Good" in a Clint Eastwood film. The guy that doesn't mention "These foals will probably fetch a few million bucks". Instead he says "Do you like horses? Would you like to pet these?".



And the horses roll like Sting in the 80's... "Don't stand, Don't stand so, Don't stand so close to me".

Portland rock at it's finest

Put it in any city and it would change musicians perspective on
what could be accomplished- the Rick Bain train swung through Portland as it does haphazardly around the NW.
-It is always showmanship in authentic form and generations of musical
influence amalgamated to the present day.  Whoever is playing with him is reliably some of the best musicians available in the city that night.

Bold statement, I realize. His songs makes me smile in wonder and awe. The world needs to
experience this. And it happens every time he plays.

Sex and legos.
Eliot