tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736805201700186470.post484040304896043321..comments2024-03-27T19:54:30.193-07:00Comments on Tiny Yellow Teardrop: How do you convince your "better half"?tinyyellowteardrophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146256337115269302noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736805201700186470.post-85906638178956427452015-01-01T07:52:57.787-08:002015-01-01T07:52:57.787-08:00Love these stories, thanks to everyone for sharing...Love these stories, thanks to everyone for sharingMariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09697736717543428238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736805201700186470.post-53750756093308896802014-12-31T07:25:39.997-08:002014-12-31T07:25:39.997-08:00Thank you so much for your story ML. I love that y...Thank you so much for your story ML. I love that you decided to live your dream...not matter what. Carpe diem and Happy New Year.tinyyellowteardrophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18146256337115269302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736805201700186470.post-82323251471894097382014-12-29T17:41:52.680-08:002014-12-29T17:41:52.680-08:00"the unique people who we are" Former E... "the unique people who we are" Former English teacher angst would haunt me If I'd not corrected that. Camping and proofreading are not mutually exclusive. MLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03587568200859012438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6736805201700186470.post-6600782697343500512014-12-29T17:35:45.162-08:002014-12-29T17:35:45.162-08:00This is a post that is right up my alley. Sorry t...This is a post that is right up my alley. Sorry that I missed the discussion on tnttt. I bought my teardrop both as a celebration of turning sixty and as a result of researching for at least five years. Advice to the younguns: don't wait that long. I finally met the local fabrication guys with whom I'd been emailing when they were displaying at a local outdoor show. We'd gone to the show with friends, one of whom was ailing from a serious illness and was looking at boats to sail down the intercostal waterway. (Sadly, he did not live long enough to do so. ) I ordered my teardrop at that very show. Two months later I picked up the teardrop and, at the end of that week, I embarked on an adventure from Omaha, NE, to Kiawah Island, SC. We'd flown to the beach many times in thirty years but I wanted to see the sites in between. My DH couldn't take that much time off work, but he also is not interested in the least in camping. I'd wanted to do this my whole life. I had a ball. I did make reservations and stay in RV parks, as I thought that that was a little safer for a woman traveling alone. I felt a little vulnerable only once during my journey and that was when I had a little trouble with my navigation (reading my iPhone, all the technology I had at the time and not the smartest choice) and drove through a particularly dodgy area in Memphis. No offense to Memphis, as I had a wonderful time at Graceland. I loved the serenity of traveling alone and find that that is what I love about camping and road travel. It was fun to be accountable only to myself. DH has worked hard to get his pilot's license and that makes him so happy. I prefer to see things up close and he likes the bells and whistles of avionics. We are able to be happy for each other's interests, but, I think, secretly want the other to 1) go along in the plane more and 2) go camping--ahem--at all. Ha. We have a lifetime of shared interests that have brought us and our two kids much joy together. We think it's okay to take small trips doing what makes us a little more the unique people whom we are, not that we have to check with anyone else about that. I loved reading this post, especially comments by guys who went the extra mile to entice their wives to come camping. I've been courted plenty to come on board to enjoy golf, ham radio, sailing, you name it. We both have our share of hobbies. Most of the time I jumped right in, so I'm not at all apologetic about finally getting the chance to go camping. And I've already started thinking about the great times our new granddaughter will have with me snuggled up in Queenie, the teardrop named after my mom's nickname and which was paid for by funds that she left me in her estate. She loved a good road trip and is my copilot on every trip. So here's my credo: go do what your heart desires, even though it might mean that you do it alone. Don't check with someone else to see if you are allowed to be happy!MLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03587568200859012438noreply@blogger.com