And yes, I realize that the front and back are fuzzy but I shot this picture a few years ago for a shootout done from the perspective of our dog, Sally, rest her soul. And Steve's truck wasn't in his driveway for me to get a better shot this week.
And I'm also not sure that the word "favorite" really fits here. At least that is not quite the emotion that comes to me when I answer the phone and my wife's voice says, "Do you think you can borrow Steve's truck?"
This means that she has scored a victory at some auction, antique store, or Craigslist and her prize is something that requires a truck. I always shudder a bit because I also know that it will require me to put it in the truck and then take it out of the truck.
This week it was a washer and dryer. And last weekend it was the whole moving experience I documented in my blog.
However, all whining aside, it is wonderful to have a neighbor who is so willing to help.
And knowledgeable! He always denies it when I claim that he can fix anything but he is ten times the handyman that I am. My abilities are summed up in the hat that Brian once bought me for Father's Day:
So after a few hours on a ladder or under the sink or elbows deep in the toilet, I will usually come into the house and say, "Well, Hon. It's beyond me. We're going to need to call a plumber (electrician, roofer, carpenter, mechanic) on this one."
Her response is always the same. "Can you ask Steve's opinion first?"
I don't really mind getting Steve's opinion. In fact, I've learned about everything I know about house repairs from Steve. But I feel guilty because I know that he never just gives his opinion. Invariable, he will leave whatever relaxing thing he is doing and spend sweaty and grunting hours fixing it himself.
I guess Steve and not his truck is what I'm most thankful about in my hometown.