Not much has happened on the Heirloom Austin lately. There's been a few reasons. I'm back at work. Have been for a couple of months. That, of course, cuts into the Austin time. One other factor is my annual calendar project. I like cars. There is a company called Factory Five Racing, based out of the eastern USA, that sells kit cars. They have multiple models... their mainstay is a Cobra replica called the Roadster. They also offer a 65 Shelby Daytona Coupe replica, a 33 Hot Rod and a 35 pickup. Those are their classics. They also have a Subaru-based modern car called the 818, and the granddaddy of them all, a mid-engined, Corvette based GT-M supercar. Anyway, I have a dream of building one of these cars one day. Over the years, I became active in the Factory Five online community, and at some point I wound up doing calendars for each model's respective owners' group. So I spent much of Sept and Oct designing the calendars, and November getting them to print. This takes up quite a lot of my time, so not much has been dedicated to my Austin project. Oh, and we had a COVID scare. I was negative, but I've been sick for much of the autumn, and it still hasn't fully gone away. Some days I pray for Murder Hornets to show up and put me out of my wife's misery. How do those Murder Hornets work, anyway? Do we just send them a list of names, or what? Sample images from this year's calendars....
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I mentioned in earlier posts that there were some family concerns that were taking priority over working on the Austin. This was the main one. I've been laid off work since March, so I've been able to see her every day. The COVID thing was a pain, but I was able to gown and mask up and go in to see her in the hospital, and later at the hospice.
My mother was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and given months to live. That happened about 10 years ago. She refused chemo, and basically was only being treated for pain. Still, she fought on. And on. And on. We were starting to think that the end of the world would see her, Betty White, and Keith Richards, the last 3 people left on earth, all stomping cockroaches and hanging out together. But it was not to be. When I bought this car last year, she so badly wanted to be around long enough to have a ride in it when it was finished. I just couldn't make it happen. I'm sorry, Mom. |
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