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      <title>Backpacking with Ruby</title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2011 22:09:46 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Way back in 2009 &lt;a href=&#34;https://forgeover.com/articles/2009/04/06/monte-bello-test-hike&#34; title=&#34;Monte Bello Test Hike&#34;&gt;I promised Ruby that I would take her backpacking.&lt;/a&gt; She had forgotten for a while and I will admit that in the flurry of buying our dreamboat, selling all of our stuff, and moving aboard, I was happy for the furlough. Recently the topic came up again. First it was just &amp;ldquo;Daddy, do you remember that camping trip we were supposed to go on?&amp;rdquo; Before too long it turned into crying tantrums with doozies such as &amp;ldquo;You promised me you would take me hiking when I was just TWO (or three) and you&amp;rsquo;re &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; going to do it.&amp;rdquo;  With our family adventure deadline looming, I feared she might be right.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>No Better Life Than This One: Choosing Joy</title>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 31 Jul 2010 22:21:39 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Today sucked royally. I started the day saddled with the dread of a project (replacing the hot water heater) that I just knew was going to go badly. This project was going to go badly because:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I couldn&amp;rsquo;t get to all of the fittings to measure what size they were and therefore didn&amp;rsquo;t know for sure what to buy to replace them.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The old water heater may have or may not have fit out through the available hole… Oh no. It didn&amp;rsquo;t.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The beginning of the project involved cutting the safety net (all of the hoses, strapping, and electrical) thereby completely committing me to raving success or miserable failure.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The space that I had to work in was miserably small, virtually guarantying several minor concussions, gashes, and bruises (check, check, and check)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The very best that I had hoped for was to get enough done that I could safely turn on the pressure water in the evening (cold only) to do the dishes from the margaritas.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;So after a grumpy breakfast, and a grumpy trip to the chandlery and the hardware store, I grumpily made by way back down the dock with not quite enough parts to complete the project, and a pretty bad attitude. I was short tempered all morning, and when I finally remeasured the &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; hot water heater and found that it was something like 10&amp;quot; too tall for the space it was going into, I was pretty certain that I was going to go stratospheric. When I then remeasured the old heater and found that there was no possible way to get it out without removing the countertop, I thought I would cry.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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