It's been a very busy day, but not nearly as eventful as this day 38 years ago. Pam had been in labor for several hours when her OB/GYN said it was time. She had a very, very difficult time delivering Son #2, not helped by a thoroughly distracted doctor who was more interested in talking to the nurses about the sitcom they'd just watched than in the woman delivering a monster baby.
It should have been a C-section and she spent a couple of weeks recovering from the natural delivery of an 11 lb., 5 oz boy who came in at 23" long.
You know that sense you get when holding a newborn - how tiny and fragile they are?
Not so much.
And the attention Son #1 got as people looked through the nursery glass paled in comparison to the comments I heard people make when they saw Josh, comments they probably would not have made if they'd known his dad was standing there beside them.
We picked the name Josh(ua) before he was born because the dr. told us to expect a pretty good size kid. That name seemed to us to be both strong and gentle.
We nailed it.
Then comes the color coats. Three coats of Bombay Ivory, special tape and masking paper, then three coats of Pioneer Beige. After that comes three coats of clear.
The other thing about clear is that it seems to become a fog that settles on everything in the garage. I've got the chassis and cab completely covered and plastic on the walls, but some got on the floor and a fair amount got on me. Oh well.
Tomorrow afternoon I'll do the outside of the doors - same 3-step process - and the glove box door.
Progress.
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