"Sometimes I wrestle with my demons. Other times we just snuggle."

I have a theory that department stores conspire against men in a particularly cynical way. I've noticed for years that every time I go through the doors into a department store, in an indoor or outdoor mall, I always find myself entering the women's underwear section. I was raised in an era when gentlemen didn't look at, discuss, or even acknowledge the existence of lady's undergarments. So how and why have stores managed to put dozens of racks of the stuff right inside the door I will use to enter their business?In that vein, here's a screen shot of a Walmart ad that showed up in my Facebook feed this morning. If they want to advertise a sale why did they choose a pic like this? Of all the options available to them they had to pick women's bras and panties. 

A Catholic elementary school in the Chicago diocese has added a unit to their curriculum on how to spot a sexual predator.
It is not true that their lessons starts with a picture of a guy in a clerical collar.
(That's not until the second session.)

My class Sunday will introduce the book of Proverbs which will be where they do most of their reading this next week. To illustrate that the proverb genre is universal across time and cultures I looked for aphorisms (synonym) from France, Germany, Africa, and Alaska.
My favorite is actually an Eskimo blessing that showed up on a page of proverbs.
"May you have kindness in your heart, a plump woman in your furs, and seal meat in your larder."

Gabrielle ("Gabby") is a H.S. senior at UFC who attends my class. Her dad is an elder and her mom puts in a ton of work in women's ministries. Gabby is a cycling phenom who is on the U.S. national team, will spend three weeks in Europe next month (I think) on tour with the team, and is getting a full ride cycling scholarship to a school in Atlanta. Her goal is to ride professionally and that seems very reasonable in light of the fact she already has a corporate sponsor.
I thought of Gabby when I saw an ad for this T-shirt.
By the way, Gabby is also a star at UFC giving a ton of time in youth ministry and setting an outstanding example of what it means to live for Christ.

I hurried home from the office at noon and spent the next three hours working on the floor pan on Sally's passenger side.
Yesterday I got the seat out....

And then carpet in that area removed. That revealed the rusty floorpan that was so bad in some places that I could put my finger through it. The black you see is tar from the roll of roofing sealant I used when I first discovered the problem. I knew it would be some time before I could get to a proper fix and this was a good temporary solution...except that the tar wants to stick to the floor, not tape when it's pulled up. A heat gun and putty knife got most of it up.

The next step was cutting out the rusted area with a cut-off wheel on my grinder. If you look closely you'll see where I carelessly cut into the brace for the transmission. I may take it to a garage where they can put it up on a rack and weld that slight cut closed.
That stage of the project took the better part of two hours this afternoon and was tedious.
Sally turned into a Flintstone's car.

Then I used panel adhesive (first time for me to try that product) with rivets and self-threading metal screws to put in the new floor pan. The screw heads stand too proud of the surface, but in theory I can remove them once the panel adhesive has cured. But before I back them out I'll see if the carpet that will come by the end of the week will go over them and still lay smooth.
And before I put the carpet down I'll put seam sealer (a special kind of calk) all around the perimeter of the panel.

I'm eager to get the new carpet and shift console installed.
I'm also exhausted from working in a tight space doing things I've never done before and feeling the stress. It's gonna be an early night!