I liked the comment suggesting Renzzo is slowing down to keep me out of trouble on Layne’s orders. I thought it was funny but now I’m wondering how I didn’t figure it out for myself.
No change. Tiny change. Barely perceptible progress.
I like his patient approach taking care in his work which gives me confidence the job will be done right. However it has to get done and I’m frustrated by the lack of motion.
I can’t blame him in reality. His local customers are local and they’ll be back most likely. I hope I will never be a repeat customer so I can see his point, speedy service for people who might come back in the future. Besides there’s nothing I can do. No point making a scene.
He asked me when Layne was coming back and I told him the truth. There’s no point in lying about it. I’m guessing at this point the transmission will be done by a week from Friday. God, I can’t wait for her to get back and not just for this. I think Rusty will be happy to see her too though he’s doing pretty well just hanging out sleeping in the grass. Maybe I should call the shaman below for a cure:
It’s silly to get stressed about this as the plan all along was to be still right now but with my brain all I can wonder is if the repair will work. Will GANNET2 return to normal…proper reliable functioning condition? Will she feel trustworthy?
We’ve both asked ourselves if Amazonia is the right place to go right after major van heart surgery? It’s a whole lot of nowhere if something goes wrong. Take a look at this, 400 miles of dirt with a rebuilt untested transmission:
I’m an impatient soul and I’d like to start testing things now, going for a drive, building my confidence and it’s silly because there’s no need to be impatient. It’ll all come together in the fullness of time.
I’ve got to learn to be zen like my dog. Actually Rusty isn’t laid back at all. He stresses just as much as I do and he gets annoyed when I leave him in the van when I go off to see the transmission or go to the stores.
He walks around the compound morning and evening with an occasional ten minute stroll outside. He’s marking time and I can’t tell him when we’ll all be back together.
There aren’t any surprises here, 70 sunny degrees by day, cold 50 degrees at night, surprisingly chilly when I get into bed and have to shove Rusty to his side to make room. He grumbles too. It’s a tough life.
Bloody dog. All he does is sleep.
I’m working on watching the Sopranos. I’m half way through season five. I think I’ll get it done, transmission or not.
