From a friend's Facebook page.
I've encountered two discussions - one on NPR and one on an internet site - about what term should be used to describe the actions of the co-pilot who crashed the plane into the Alps. Was it suicide? Murder? Murder-suicide?
Classic. 250 people dead and they're quibbling about what word should be used.
One of today's tasks was to work on the steering wheel. I'd already ground all the cracks open, making them wide enough to accept the two-part epoxy designed for this purpose. I pushed the epoxy in with a butter knife (shhh, that will be our little secret, OK?) and smoothed it with my rubber-glove-covered finger dipped in lacquer thinner. Never having done this before I wasn't surprised to look at it tonight and discover that in a couple areas I didn't build the epoxy up sufficiently. It shrinks as it cures and some of the filled cracks now have a slight depression. So tomorrow I'll fill them up more.
I have to let the whole thing sit for a week while it cures completely, then grind, sand, and sand some more until the profile on the repaired areas are indistinguishable from the rest of it. Clean thoroughly and paint. Bunches of coats of paint.
I've been working hard to be ready for the Half-Murph on Memorial Day but I don't think I'm going to make it. The pushups and squats won't be a problem; I'm not there yet but two months from now I won't have any trouble doing them (100 and 150 respectively). But the pull ups aren't coming along like they need to if I'm going to do 50 of them in two months.
I really wanted to do this. And I'll keep working at it in case some kind of break through is awaiting me out there somewhere.
Easter is hard. We hope to have lots of visitors as a result of our outreach, and the pastor feels the pressure of communicating effectively to them. They won't be used to sermons, so it needs to be a talk, very conversational. This kind of thing is outside my wheelhouse.
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