I worked on the Blazer this afternoon and got the hinge for the rear glass fixed and the passenger side door card fixed. It had come loose at the top and as a result the lock slide was disconnected from the mechanism inside the door. All good now.
Next up: the seat behind the driver. It folds down when a lever on the back of the seat is pulled. That lever pulls on a cable that then releases the catch where the seat bottom and back meet. Alas, that cable is either broken or disconnected. I'll start taking things apart, hope I get to the problem, and can figure out a fix.
The compass in the readout above the windshield reads 90 to 180 degrees off depending on the moon phase or the music playing on the radio. (In other words, I have no idea.) I read online that if you travel a significant distance - like to Phoenix - it can throw the compass off because it loses true north. The solution, several sites said, is to drive in a tight circle three times to recalibrate the compass.
I got dizzy but the compass is still kerflewy. Oh well.
The guy on the local news said tonight that it will rain so hard Sunday that they've issued a small stream flood alert for rural and urban streams in the Eugene area. He said we may get as much as an in per hour in the morning.
Creek's gonna rise.
Can goats swim?
You may be wondering if a decision was made at this morning's staff meeting about the adult ed classes I'd teach.
I don't know.
Per Dave's (exec. pastor) request I shared the results of the survey and after the meeting they rec'd the printout in an email. If they want to be a part of the process going forward they're supposed to let me know by close of business tomorrow because we'll begin working on details early next week.
That *sounds* like a decision in the affirmative. I suppose it's still theoretically possible that someone could wave a big red flag and put the brakes on the project but I doubt that will happen. I think we're far enough along that people accept it as a fait accompli.
I went from the office to the gym. When I got there NPR was doing an interview with a concert violinist that I wanted to hear through to the end so I sat in the parking lot listening.
I never heard the rest of the story.
When I woke up they'd moved on to something else.
But I was a good boy and went in to do my prescribed workout.
Pam called a bit ago. She's struck by the slide in her mother's physical and mental condition since she was there last fall. When she got there Pam knocked on her door, her mom opened it, and seemed to have trouble figuring out who was standing there. She turns 96 tomorrow (Pam's mother, not Pam) so this is not unexpected. Still sad.
It's hard not to think we aren't to the point where we're prolonging life beyond a reasonable point.
Time for a cup of coffee - maybe hot chocolate - some toast and jam, some reading, and then bed. I have a 7 a.m. appointment across town and then lots of work to get done in prep for Sunday.
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