The day's BIGGEST news: all the money has been pledged for Evan's service dog! The agency says they've never had it happen this quickly. We're all very excited for Evan.
Several things have to happen before a dog actually arrives, including training a dog specifically to deal with Evan's needs and then a boot camp for Evan where he'll learn how the dog will help him. So the dog's arrival at their home is a ways out, but it's gonna happen.
I can hardly believe this. I don't want to believe this. Please, tell me that if it's true they'll STOP it.
The Mustang EcoBoost has fake engine noise.
Little turbocharged fuel efficient engines get great gas mileage but they sound like a child's toy, not what you want when you spent the equivalent of the annual income of the average Italian on your ride. So the new EcoBoost Mustang has a complex computer system devoted to snagging certain frequencies from under the hood, running them through a graphic equalizer and amplifier, and pumping them out of the car's speakers.
Ford calls it, "Active Noise Control," a clever sales euphemism for "We're totally playing you, Jack."
"Just listen to that, bro. Doesn't this car sound awesome?!"
Yeah, until the fuse blows. Then it sounds like a remote control airplane.
My '65 Falcon wagon gets 22 mpg around town, gets more looks than a new Pony, and doesn't need no stinkin' sound system to sound like a real car.
I got the intake and exhaust manifolds installed. That turned out to be more of a project that I anticipated, in part because I'm converting to dual exhaust. That involved fabricating a couple of pieces, and that required two trips to the hardware store. Next comes a carb rebuild and install, which also presents some challenges. Neither engine had the linkage in place when I got them so I don't know how those bits and pieces attach.
Had lunch with Josh today. He's my former student/colleague who pastors a church here in the metro area. We do this once a month, usually eat and talk for about an hour, and after catching up and talking shop go our separate ways. Today it stretched to 90 minutes before either of us had noticed.
Pam gets home Saturday evening. Forty eight hours from now, but who's counting.
Monday morning she'll go to work and resume her normal schedule. For the summer she's worked M,T,W one week (12-hour shifts) and Th, F the next. That's 60 hours over a two week pay period, a reduction from 80 hours because of the lower hospital census due to snow birds bailing on the summer heat. But before she left they said that next week she'll go back to M-F, 8 to 5:30. That's good for the budget but bad for us. I'm working Sunday mornings and wasted the rest of the day. And Saturdays are for shopping, chores, and a preacher getting focused for the next day's duties. So as much as we like the return to normal income we don't like the limit it puts on any relaxed time together. Our next concurrent break: vacation in July of '15.
Life at a preacher's house.
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