Our national Weather Service publishes across the country at 5:00 Am, 4:00 PM and 11:00 PM. But they're based anywhere else but my city, and they always come out with a rotten forecast just before the weekend. Luckily the other 2 Canadian ones get their forecasts from Universities, Airports and Community Colleges instead of dark crystal balls. Tonight's rain and clear sailing after that.
Well Norman how is the weather there today? Like Y'all we have been having Thunderstorms every afternoon here and looks like more are on the way.
More tonight and maybe tomorrow, but today is great. I'm checking email frequently for my wife (she's out) since her dad came out of the 3rd operation in a week, last night at 2 AM! Hope things work out for him, because it's driving all 6 daughters nuts and his sons, and the one moronic son-in-law (no not me this time). The guy has called on his cell (he's got 3 different webcam systems at home) at $4.00 per minute, to tell my wife that her dad may not make (after every operation or just before)! All they've got is hope, and he steals that from them too! The Mother-In-Law (La mera, mera Jefa - the grand Pubah) is cool, calm, positive, and trying to cool everybody down! I told my wife to face the worst and hope for the best. Sh!t happens, but her dad is a fighter and that's what the doctors hoped for from him. He's 90% of the victory, they're the tune-up specialists! I figure if his wife of 52 years, who is a diabetic with thrombosis thrown in for good measure can see through the fluff, that she knows her hubby is ok, that the others should try to see her fortitude. My wife is flogging herself for delaying getting her passport sooner, frustrated that the other sisters are depressing the youngest sister down (she's the cute lawyer) and this brother-in-law should be hung by the tongue!
All I can do here is tweak my wife to think REALITY, focus on her trip planning in early August, and keep herself rested and healthy. It's tough on her, but she only flips out about 15 times a day, since last week. Women! Like Forest Gump's box of chocolates. They keep things interesting alright. Meanwhile... the In-house Fairmont whiz-kid (tomorrow's the last time I can say that... ) is back on the case. Life goes on, and if we don't go with it, it's a steam-roller. Off my pulpit (OMP?) !!
Really sorry to hear this Norman. Good luck to every one and I can imagine that working on the Fairmont and bs'ing with us can help put your mind to something else at least.
BS'ing? With RK and the Truckster that means Breast Sizing! It's my B'Day tomorrow, not Bidet, and that makes it 6 decades running around with my head cut off, and assessing what I do with the next 6 decades? And all this family chaos. It's nice to change to the Comedian channel.
If you've ever had the pleasure of working on an Imperial dash, you really appreciate the massive space underneath. It's not a big deal, but I didn't realize how compact the wiring harness has to be behind and above the glovebox. Up tight to the dash front (rear of the car) edge. Got my 3 engine compartment trouble lights installed. Just have to mount and connect the switch. And I plugged in my battery charger to recharge the new battery that I bought in October 2006, one month before this Resto started. It was only 30% down.
You are right, I had a 65 Imperial and when I had to work on it, I could sit with my back against the firewall and my head behind the dashboard!!! Great cars! Nowadays it is even hard to get your hand in without peeling of some skin....
Got the carpet in and the seat belts, after I repacked the wiring behind the glovebox. Once you get going on these installs, you start off with an ambitious plan for the day, forgetting that a weekend warrior will take most of a day just to install the radio. I finished connecting it, adding the support brackets and grounding the standard grounds. It's tight under that dash. Good thing the local tomcat didn't show up for his daily dump in my yard (forgot to put vinegar around the fence), cause he would have been Sweet & Sour kitty fur balls. My hands have gotten tougher.