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1. DOUBLE O (meaning “old orange” – but reminiscent of 007 – ie James Bond – that is steady, dependable, reliable, strong….you get the picture

2. if you want a feminine name, or you could call her Aurona – the goddess of dawn (new beginnings?) or Carnea – goddess of the heart and other organs and door handles

xo
M

The vee-dub: Nan’s perspective.

Some time a few weeks ago, Stephen mentioned an orange kombi for sale on a side-street not too far from his folks’ home in Rideau. I am one of those born-and-raised Calgarians who has a complete love of the prairies and, yet, feels more ‘at home’ on the island, I have a head of dreads, wear Birkenstocks with wool socks, and like singer-songwriters. I am the worst kind of stereotype you can imagine (a stereotype of what, I’m not sure, but stereotypical nonetheless). In any case, naturally, an orange toaster oven on wheels is my dream vehicle. So, when we drove by the van (at Stephen’s suggestion), I casually asked if he had ever called the number.

Bob’s-your-uncle, we’re test-driving it.
Whoop, zoop, sloop, we own it.

Things to know about vee-dubs:
1) Cold does not even begin to describe the shelf-buying mission. Stock a space blanket and some extra socks. A scraper is good for the inside of the windshield at red lights. Balaklavas remain optional.
2) They are every bit as in need of repair as rumoured, be prepared. Hooray! for school shops and the fact that Stephen is handy, because beyond reupholstering the inside, and perhaps painting a smiley face on the front hub, I am going to be utterly useless in the repair department
3) Vee-dubs like to mosey on at their own pace. People will honk and cut you off. But, Hey! Look! {insert name of wildlife one wouldn’t otherwise have seen going highway speeds}. It is totally worth it.
4) Other people will wave and smile for no reason, other than the fact that you are sitting in a road-worthy orange kombi.
5) They are every bit as great as I had imagined, even more so, in fact. It’s going to be a terrific summer. One-hundred fifty-six days to July and counting…
6) Stephen failed to mention our name-the-van contest. Okay, well, maybe that’s because he didn’t know we’re having one. I’m not sure what you’ll win, but we need a name for the van, because I am tired of calling her ‘the van’. And because we need all the good-luck juji we can get during road-tripping season…I like to think a name helps.

SO…… Name That Van!

okay…back to the marking.

There is more I would like to say, but I feel too inarticulate to write it. I hope you continue to do well.