Thursday, October 22, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
This past weekend I was in Arizona with my mom basking in the warm desert sun and I got a call (the resort, mind you, was "cell phone free"...Shhhh!). I hid behind a friend by the pool and checked the message. It was Jeff, the boat mechanic at the yard calling to say he couldn't start our engine. Grrreeeat. I wasn't too concerned because I know our boat is one of those old "quirky" ones that take a little nudge here, a little kick there and voila! - it starts. Sure enough he got it going. But a little while later he called back. This time with a list. A nice, lengthy list of things he'd like to see fixed, tuned, replaced and removed. Awesome. Don't get me wrong - we'll take all the input we can get - and we appreciate it, really, we do. The problem? Can you say, CHA-CHING!? As I whispered into the phone (again, this resort was cell-free) that I'd take note and get back to him, I began to realize the magnitude of what lies ahead.