Our preferred mode of Holiday Travel has always been by car...UNTIL we recently acquired our 1972 Safari Air Stream!
We have since set our sights on joining the IN-CROWD and perhaps, traveling the highways in this Silver Bullet -(if we ever get her OFF and running!)
Right now, she's sitting, scenically, down by the river, surrounded by trees + bumblebees...and adorned with ...YES! You guessed it! "Patio Lanterns!"
My husband and his white-haired buddies are using it right now as a.... "Boy's Club House! No Women Allowed!"
They gather in there to discuss Men's Issues - such as the spiraling cost of FURNITURE, these days...or the Best Darn Way to catch a fish...(with only a twig and a worm!)( I'm only guessing because women + WIVES aren't allowed in there!)
BUT - Me and the Girls really DON"T care! We all know that these Old Lads are only re-living their TREE HOUSE DAYS, once again!
When my parents married, they decided to invest in property. My mom says they gave them $3,000 off the price of the property they bought to help finance the demolition of the house that was on it. Dad decided they would fix it up a bit - live there, and he'd buy her a new home when they saved enough $. 40 years later........
That was the house I grew up in. I loved it. We had such freedom there. And my mom, to this day, blames me for having had to live there for so long. Seems every time she picked out a new home, I was devastated. But I eventually went to college, moved out, married, and now have kids of my own.
My father finally made good on his promise a few years ago and built her her dream home right next to the old one. Seems I wasn't the only one attached to that old dump. For the first year he lived in the old, she lived in the new. She thought that was great because my dad, who is quite an interesting character, is a constant mess maker and she was happily enjoying the freedom gained from not having to clean up after him: his mess was contained in his house and hers was spotless. By the time they decided they better figure out what to do with that old house, it was in shambles. Just an example of his interesting habits, He was using the diningroom to bottle honey because the barn was sold with their property. The table he was putting the 5lb jars had one jar too many and collapsed. Broken glass and honey was everywhere. So he moved his equipment to the family room. My mother gave me quite the hard time when dad generously gave me the house I loved so much as a child and I declined. Shortly after we watched as they tore it down.
The moral of this story is: If you leave the men there long enough without intervention, things could get really ugly.
Judith, I used to live nearby in Wellington (Kendalmark Estates) prior to heading West. Haven't got a silver bullet yet, but we're working on it. Thankfully there's no river here where I could have a park-n-hide boys club! And the lake (Okanagan) is just too crowded.
Any heat in the AS-by-the-river (sung to the tune of Neil Young's, Down by the River)? If not, at least the seasonal boys club will come to a cool end Hang in there and keep up the stories!
Bob and I fought the good fight when our 78 Argosy first came home. He was unaware of how delicate a "mature" trailer can be and became the "bull in a china shop" man. After several "I told you so" moments, he did get the idea that you don't strong arm tambour doors, and you don't put all you weight on little shelves and you DON"T just pull on the hose to the old water pump. Now he really loves this trailer as much as I do, but I still haven't let him take it out alone. Of course I still don't feel at ease about him taking my new Tundra out alone either. I've seen his company truck...what a mess!
"THUNDER'S roar'n and it ain't coming from the sky!" (....is WHAT my Grand Pa use to say when he ignited the SPARK of my Grandmother's IRE!!)
I'm telling you this because a STORM's a-brewing around here...since Jake and the BOYS connected UP-teenExtension Cords from the Air Stream Trailer to the house....and BLEW OUT all the fuses!!
(We had to endure a night without LIGHT and I lost my INTERNET service!)
AND the best part is...I reminded Jake that I was part OWNER of that Air Stream Trailer, too!
His reply? .... "Yes, dear, I KNOW!!
I own the INSIDE and you own the OUTSIDE!"
"The OUTSIDE???"..What do you mean by that?" I said to DEAF EARS as Jake hurried out the screen door.
I looked out the window to follow his route and saw that he greeted Charlie, the Air Stream Specialist???, who had just arrived.
(Now try to picture this lad Charlie!) He had been trained in the early 1960's to Repair & Service.. Air Stream Trailers. BUT, where he acquired his taste for COLD BEER, I don't know! I must say, he certainly likes to GULP LOTS... while he's working!
To me, he looks like he's been UNemployed for quite awhile! AND he loves to tell stories with a lit butt of an unfiltered Player'scigarette, clinched between his teeth.
His LACK of progress doesn't seem to bother Jake and the BOYS!
They LOVE Ole Charlie and his... TALL Tales!
Life has certainly NOT been the same since we bought that SILVER BULLET!
Thanks, Sharie, for your QUICK reply! I clocked you at only 21 seconds -
before the Electrical Power went "POOF!"
(I'll get a letter off to Helen Davis....quickly!!)
And to answer your question, Leefields....my husband looks like the lad with one hand on his Heart and the other one...pointing towards Heaven!