Sight for Sore Eyes

1946:  The Willys Jeep is in production as one of the first civilian four wheel drive vehicles ever made.

1972:  This predecesor to all sport utility vehicles enters antique status.

1981:  My husband is born.

2011:  This 1947 Willys Jeep has been neglected over time, and my husband sees the luster it once had.  He takes in this artifact of vehicle history.

Our carport has had many loves in the 5 years we have lived here.  This particular jeep is the 8th jeep.  It was also preceded by a 2 different Chevy Blazers, a Ford Truck, a Toyota Truck, and even one night with a Jeep Truck.  Our carport/my husband is essentially the pit and the one man crew to give these vehicles another shot on the road.  Most of these wheels don't come with a running engine or with good looks.  Time and again, my husband sees to it that no matter how long the vehicle is in his care, it leaves us a little better off.

I, on the other hand, can practically feel the bugs crawling up my back at the thought of sitting in those worn out seats.  How can this thing possibly be worth anything to anyone?  Why would you want to invest your time and energy into this obviously past it's prime rust bucket with a flat tire. 

As perplexed as I was, it dawned on me that my husband doesn't see what I see.  No, we most definitely do not see eye to eye.  He must see beyond the discolored metal bug graveyard I see and see it for what it could be.  Maybe he is seeing these:

Admittedly, I am practically incapable of visualizing anything.  Seeing is believing, and when I can't see it, I have a hard time believing it.  I can only see the time and money it would take to get The Artifact into the condition these two jeeps are in. 

For the second time in less than a week, I realize that I am the downer of the duo! 

What is my problem?  I can only see the pitfalls of owning such a far cry from a restored vehicle.  Why is it that I can't look at the pros to this or any situation for that matter?  Why can't I see the good in things? 

Now I just need to figure out how to transform my husband's rust goggles to apply to me.  Wouldn't it be nice if he always saw the perfection I could be?  I also need to figure out how to get a prescription for these goggles.  I would love to have better eyesight, less the lasic surgery.  Maybe I just need to change how it is I see rather than worry about how to see without my glasses.