"Instead of getting married again I'm going to find a woman I don't like and giver her a house." - Lewis Grizzard

The connection between the quote and this pic is entirely coincidental.

I put both doors on the truck this morning. Neither one of them fits. I spent over two hours making adjustments, have them as far back as they'll go, and both hit the front fender before they go all the way closed. The passenger door only needs another 1/8" to clear but the driver's needs twice that. It's an aftermarket door, which may be part of the problem. Repops are never exactly like the original.
My next step is to see if I can move the fenders each forward, but I don't think that will work given the way they attach to the cab. After that...I shim out the hinges. I don't like that solution but I don't know how else to make it work.

I seem to be at a stage where every step in the process doesn't work like it should. That's getting discouraging, especially because I'm so close to finishing it all up.

I worked this afternoon cleaning up the garage in anticipation of listing it in early September. It was only 105 F there (9 degrees cooler than outside), and it's only going to go up from there as summer wears on. (And I do mean "wears on"). I had a bunch of scrap plywood, masonite, .040 aluminum, etc. that I cut up into trash-size pieces. Then I used a 5 minute drywall mix to fill all the holes in the wall where I'd attached brackets, hangers, etc.
Note: in 100+ temps and humidity below 5% what's called 5-minute mud is more like 2-minute mud. Work fast, my son, work fast.
I'll paint the wall sometime next week.

We're going to Grace Bible Church tomorrow. It's four blocks from our house, one of the dozens of churches granted land back when Del Webb created this place. Because it's a Sun City church they don't have any kids or youth programs. Or young adult classes. Or middle adult classes, for that matter. Because you have to be at least 55 to live here it's pretty much a congregation of old people. So, suits and ties, dresses, hymnals, a choir in robes, BIG pulpit in front of pews.... Throwback to the '50s.
I may clap in time to "Leaning On the Everlasting Arms" just to see what happens.

Pam works 12-hour shifts M,T,W next week and leaves early Thursday to visit her mom in MI. She gets back the following Wednesday to work Th, F. I'll leave that Wednesday night to go back to our place in OR to work for four days until I drive to Portland, teardrop in tow, to meet Pam for 4 days of camping in Silver Falls State Park. Then back to the place to work, this time together, before the drive back south. A special treat: we're stopping on the way home to visit the Davies in Hollister and the McGowans in Santa Ynez. Both are VIF from when I was pastor in Prunedale in the late 70's.

Lots of miles, lots of tasks, and with the exception of Pam's shifts at the hospital, lots of togetherness - the best part of the next stretch.