(pac plyer) wrote in message . com...
(Ken Sandyeggo) wrote:
Come on! When does one ever get caught up around the house? If you
use that as a reason, you'll never get started. Heck, most of us just
spent an hour or so every couple days working on our projects. If you
know what you want and can afford it, go ahead and get the parts and
start slowly. Eventually it'll get done, despite all the other
projects and chores you have.

Or, like me during one stage of my life, throw the kids out to fend
for themselves and go through a divorce. Rent a tiny apartment with
a hotplate, crummy TV and 2 cubic foot refrigerator and stock it with
TV dinners and lunchmeat. Your ex will get the car and you can get
yourself a cheap "beater." You'll have all the time you want to work
on your plane, because you'll be too embarrassed to ask a woman out in
your junky car or bring her to your crummy apartment. Your clothes
will look like crap too, because you never learned how to use an iron.
Truthfully though, your way is better. That time in my life wasn't
too enjoyable and the time as a kid-raising family is something to
really treasure.

Ken J. - Sandie a go



Gee Ken,
Now I know you're in aviation for sure! And an experienced builder to
boot. You didn't by any chance also work for an FBO as a flight
instructor did you? If not: I can get you a job as one.... seeing as
you're already famillar with all the fringe benifits! :-)

Naw, I was a cop for about 13 years. That took good care of my
marriage, especially when my wife got hired as a deputy sheriff. I
was off on Monday and Tuesday, she was off on Thursday and Friday, I'd
work nights and she'd work p.m.s and after a year or 2 of that kind of
scheduling and the stress that comes with the job (she had 2 emotional
breakdowns before the marriage ended), it was all over. I made it to
22.5 years though. That must be some kind of record or close to it
for California. I've been with someone for about 9 years now, but I
ain't ever tying no knot again. If it's ever over, I just shove my
crap into a plastic garbage bag and sleep in the hangar for a few
nights until I can get a room at the "Y" or somewhere.

Ken J. - Sandy Eggowe