We have been married almost 6 years now, and I was 43 before we got married. Prior to meeting Debbie, I had reached a stage in my life that I really didn't care whether or not I ever got married. I was comfortable in my life, could do what I wanted, when I wanted, and for as long as I wanted. I had the house I wanted, I had a new Corvette, I had an airplane, I was out of debt, and I had my Bassett Hound, Gus... Life was good!
I had a Luscombe when I met Debbie and she has always known that it has been a passion for me to build an -8. Deb flies a lot commercially, but never really warmed up to flying in the Lucombe, not quite the same... She was sold on the idea that flying in an RV would be much more enjoyable than a Luscombe, so she has always bought into the idea of me building one. The only thing is that she wanted me/us to do was build an RV-10 instead of an -8. I told her there was no way I was going to build no mini-van!
(Did I mention that somewhere along the process of getting married I somehow misplaced the Corvette? Don't know how that happened..?)
(Did I also mention that I never knew there was so much wrong with my house until we got married? Hmmm..?)
Anyway, after building a new house..., we are now building an RV-8. While we were in the planning stages for the house, I had figured I would just build the plane in the basement. Deb reminded me that I had always wanted a workshop of my own. She said that I ought to go ahead build it when we build the house. Sweet girl...!
She is extremely supportive of anything I want to do and is more than willing to help in any way she can. We try to spend every minute we can together and really hate being apart. She is absolutely the very best thing that has ever happened to me. I have been blessed. Life was good before, but now it's great!
P.S... If anyone figures out what happened to my Corvette, could you please let me know?