It's been a couple of weeks as I have been LOVING that summer school is officially over and my summer can begin. Several things have happened, but I'm gonna narrow it down to the top three and list them in different posts. I know how daunting a long post can seem.
1. First of all, Jason's boat is NOW RUNNING! Well, I say that, but not really. Here's the deal with the ongoing saga of the money pit...oh, I mean, the boat. He worked continuously on it. That is to say, the yard began to look like a tropical rain forest from days of neglect, but he miraculously, as I knew he would, revamped that boat until it looked almost brand new. New wood, new carpet, new wires, the works! I think it even held its motor a little higher because it was so proud of itself!
He took Uncle Buster out on it first. I thought that was fair, since that poor good-hearted soul has spent more than enough of his time helping Jason. He even gave him some basically brand new boat seats! (Thanks Uncle Buster, for helping me save a little money for groceries! :) They went out, caught a couple of fish, and as far as I was concerned, stayed too long at the fair. I mean come on, it's not like this is the most reliable vessel in the water, and I was worried that I should call the cops, or the water police, whomever it would be. But after a few hours, he came home, with only a few minor concerns.
The VERY next day he took Gabe, his fishing buddy, on the boat. They headed toward Twin Lakes (Stevenson), and wouldn't ya know that they ran out of gas. Thank goodness for Greg, who came and saved the day.
So the day after that, he takes out Chad in the boat. Are you noticing anything? What's that? Me? Oh, yes, that's right...the little wifey has yet to be taken out in it. So he and Chad get up at 5:15 A.M. (that's ante meridiem, when I hope I don't even have to roll over to go to the bathroom.) Around 10:30, I get a little text from a hub who is stranded. Yep, the starter is torn up on the boat. They have had to "troll" (not as in spikey hair and a jewel in their belly button) but as in barely creep to the dock in Long Island, Tennessee. Who needs the wife now? He does. I jump in my trusty Lincoln, grab them a Sonic combo meal, and head to their rescue. I have to take Chad all the way back to Bridgeport to get his truck and the trailer, and poor Chad has to drive back, get Jason and the boat, and then come back home. All in all, Chad had to drive about an hour and a half. What a friend! Jason comes in, burned and disappointed. I was sympathetic, but in my head, I can't help but wonder, "How much more is this going to cost?"
He's buying a starter today. Should be in tomorrow. I should get a trip on the boat soon!
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