I spent five hours this morning sanding. I did the other front fender and the hood, but only with 220 grit. I still have to go over them with 320 grit. This is exciting.
This afternoon I picked up the radiator support, the inner fenders, the grill backing, and the radiator cover from the blaster.
I *may* be painting later this week. Those parts I picked up today will get sprayed with a 3-part epoxy to seal them, and the other body panels - if I get them all prepped - will get a sealer, color, and clear.
Oh, and the wheels get painted, too.
A new season of Broadchurch starts the first week of March on BBC-USA. I liked season one and won't miss season two. British crime drama, which means no crashes, fires, or car chases. More drama than dramatic.
5 p.m. and 81 degrees.
Sorry.
The same-sex marriage battle in Alabama makes it clear that marriage laws are not a matter for local authorities or the democratic process. The citizens of that state overwhelmingly oppose gay marriage, but it looks like their wishes will be overridden by five individuals in D.C.
How does the microwave decide whether it's going to spin clockwise or counterclockwise? And why does it need to change in the first place? I could make sense of it if one direction heated and the other chilled. Now THAT would be a worthwhile device!
I've got nothin' else, folks. Sanding is no-brainer work, which is to say your brain shuts down as a means of mental self-preservation. It's kind of like a bear's hibernation mode. And by the time you're done sanding for the day your right arm and hand dominate your brain's attention.
Yeah, I'm done.
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