Well, it has taken a few weeks, but sometimes thats whats needed. Ed thunk and thunk and thunk all the while making plan A and B to repair the boat. Asked for a sign from his dad, which he did receive that put him on a different track then he had been on, and two days ago while I was in bed reading I hear "well now wait a minute! that's what that looks like and I'll just bet...Tracey look at this..." and the magic started to happen. His eyes were bright, his head pulsating with thought. Apparently a bolt washer broke and a piece of that was thrown through some of the gears, which gave it an odd look. He held onto that little piece of washer for three weeks, knowing it was something he needed to ponder. With that washer gone it loosened bolts which then loosened gears, allowing enough oil to leak out and back in and creating the ugly noises we were hearing. I don't know all the lingo, but suffice it to say the casing did it's job and held everything in place long enough for us to get here. After Ed did a quick check with the diesel mechanic he'd been 'brainstorming' with and trading some parts, he got what was needed and started her up last night. She purred like a kitten. It was the sweetest sound we've heard in a bit. High fives, hugs (and a few tears on my part) all round. With wind and seas being very high over the last two weeks and sending several mariner friends back to port, we haven't 'missed' anything worthwhile.
People break down into two groups. When they experience something lucky, group number one sees it as more than luck, more than coincidence. They see it as a sign, evidence, that there is someone up there, watching out for them. Group number two sees it as just pure luck...you have to ask yourself, what kind of person are you?..."Signs" 2002.