A troglodyte just west of us has a homemade cannon. The guy across the road spent money on M-80's, an illegal explosive device first developed by the military to simulate artillery fire. Between them every dog in the area was going crazy, including Buddy. He came running to me and huddled as close as he could get while trembling beyond calming. This went on until 11 p.m.
I was in no hurry to feed the hungry bleating goats this morning.
The "new" truck came with a known issue. The heater/AC fan didn't work which we assumed was related to the strong odor of rodent urine, so after a morning spent vacuuming and wiping down the inside I removed the fan housing. That took me three hours, not including a trip into town to get a 1/4" ratchet. Chevy came up with what has to be the most frustrating placement of that motor imaginable and requires removing the glove box, the air vent, the central computer unit, it's mounting bracket, and a fist full of electrical connections. All this is done through the glove box opening and/or standing on your head while looking up under the dash...with bifocals.
I was most nervous about that computer unit. The paperback book-size metal box is filled with hundreds of connections all fed by two harnesses, each with a dozen or more fine wires. But when I got everything back together the truck fired right up and the fan motor now blows air, albeit not as much as I expected.
Today's project: remove the sagging headliner and glue it back in place with the special adhesive I got at O'Reilly's Wednesday.
Then a thorough exterior wash to get three years of storage dirt off.
I talked with Joe in Brazil yesterday with a phone connection that was as if he was down the road. In addition to teaching folks each evening who will have come together from the 5 or 6 churches in Recife I'll meet during the day with those pastors to talk about their work, leadership strategies, and some professional "best practices" stuff. I'm looking forward to that as much as the Bible sessions.(8 a.m.) In about an hour Brianna is coming over. We're going to board her two pygmy goats while she and her family go on a vacation. They'll stay in the now-empty weaning pen and shouldn't require much more than a.m. and p.m. feed and water. I don't understand the point of having pygmy goats but that doesn't matter. We can help her out and make a few bucks in the process. (See what I did there? Except they're both wethers.)
Facebook hosts a Veneta/Elmira community page moderated by a couple of volunteers. The grammar in posts would drive some people to drink.
Today: "Does anyone have a Suggestion as to where my fiance and I should go for are anniversary for dinner in Eugene?" The fine points of things like apostrophes, subject/verb agreement, and spelling can be atrocious. This morning someone complained that the moderator deleted their post for profanity. "Back in the day that word meant cool."
Yeah, well word meanings do change. It's not at all uncommon for me to get "Uhm...you probably shouldn't use that word anymore" from the 20-somethings at the office.
The perils of being old.
I saw a headline on CNN.com that asked, "Who should be on the next Mt. Rushmore." I did not click through to what I'm pretty sure was an agenda article. But it got me thinking who would go on Christian Mt. Rushmore. If we exclude anyone from the first century who would we choose? Certainly Martin Luther makes it. Probably John Calvin though some would rather put Charles Wesley up there. Billy Graham? Joel Olsteen? (Uhm....probably not.)
It's almost 1 p.m. and I've got the headliner done. It's not what I planned or wanted, but it no longer hangs on my head. The guy on YouTube said it was easy to get the whole headliner out, but he lied.
Actually, the problem was that he didn't have a dome light that wouldn't come out, an extended cab, or these corner moldings. The best I could do was pull it down along each side, spray the adhesive in there, and then push the headliner back up. I'd call it a 90% job if factory fresh is 100%. Most of the few wrinkles are on Pam's side, which means "Can't see it from where I sit" does the trick.
(See above re. Brianna coming over with the goats.) Her husband came. Yesterday they were picnicking on the McKenzie River when their three kids accidentally disturbed a hornet nest. They took off screaming and Brianna went running down the hill to see what was wrong. She slipped, fell, and broke her leg. Because of their location and downed trees from last winter's storms they had to call the county Fire & Rescue to come get her out, which included a chainsaw to remove trees so they could get to her with a stretcher. She'll go the dr. this afternoon to see if surgery is necessary.
They were supposed to leave this morning on a week-long camping trip before heading to Hawaii for another week.
We still took the goats. One less thing for them to worry about and they can leave if/when she has medical clearance.
I got the outside washed. I'll do some polishing on the wheels later and hope to add a "13.1" decal to the rear window in the fall. The backup camera will come next week and wiring that in will take a couple of hours, and I'll get some floor mats too.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have a truck! And it runs.
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