"Nowadays men lead lives of noisy desperation." - James Thurber

I was pleasantly surprised at how well the "universal" carb went in. I still have to install a new manual choke and I'm going to redo the fuel line but those are both minor. The thing I was most concerned about was the throttle linkage and it was a piece of cake.
I'll call them Monday to get an answer to a simple question and to order the adapter that will allow me to use my stock air cleaner. Another hours' work should have it done except for that adapter that will come while I'm in Brazil.

This afternoon with a little help from the oversized H.S. kid across the road I got the new living room window installed. That proved to be trickier than the carb and required a trip to the hardware store for some expandable foam, different screws, and another tube of caulk. I'll trim the foam tomorrow after it's fully hardened and then trim it out when I get back.
This 2-pane vinyl window replaces a 40-year old single pane aluminum window. Sweat was a problem in the winter, one of the two sliding sashes didn't work, and the other one bound up almost every time I tried to open it. So this is a big improvement. When we can afford it I'll replace the matching window on the other side of the living room. We'll do all of MoHo's windows one at a time.

One more thing just got added to the list of things before Brazil.

Eclair needs to be out of the house. Each day he's less the baby goat and more the adolescent. And without a playmate (cf. Asante and Burrito) he's into all kinds of mischief.
Tomorrow or Monday Emily is going to bring a weanling over and we'll put the two of them in the weaning pen. Eclair now only gets four bottles a day - 7 a.m., noon, 5 p.m. and 10 p.m. So Pam (and then me when I get back) will walk 100 yards up to that pen to give Eclair his bottle.
Emily says her weanling (Blankey) will SCREAM for awhile as he misses his mama and that he'll probably head butt Eclair for a bit, too. But they'll work it out and the noise will eventually die down.

Joe has sent me digital copies of some of the promo they've put out about the seminars I'll teach. It's a little intimidating, or scary, or something like that. It makes me feel pressure to not disappoint, to give Joe and his leaders what they're hoping for. I've got a day and a half on three planes and in three airports to go over my material and I'll use every bit of that.