Really?

I had to bring the doors back to the shop; two of the door frames on this historic bungalow are nowhere near straight, true and plumb. OK, maybe plumb, but not straight or true. So, trim here, reshape there, done. The small pair is going on a new door frame, so it is STP, but there is less reveal so I had to set the hinges in further than I had them; since they were routed in to match the 1/2″ thickness of the door jamb, I had to route them a bit more. I’ll be going back Sunday afternoon to install them.

That’s not what I’m saying “Really?” about.

It’s this:

One hundred and nineteen. Degrees. Fahrenheit. On the cool side of the house…

Well, the last time I chatted with ya’ll about brakes I was pretty sure I was going to have to replace mine on the SUV after having replaced the ones on TMBWitW’s Camry.

You are looking at what was almost a complete weld-up of the right front inner pad to the rotor. Wednesday morning I replaced the right front pads; that was a comedy of errors in itself. First, I couldn’t find my big sockets. Fine, I’ll use my big wrenches instead. All the standard wrenches weren’t quite fitting right. The closest I came was with the 7/8 – the 13/16 was just a tad small, and the 7/8 was actually too large. I didn’t have a 27/32, or I would have been fine. I tried using an adjustable knuckle buster, but you can imagine how THAT turned out. So, I carefully measured the bolt I was attacking and went to Checker to purchase a 21 mm box/open end wrench. When I got back, it turns out I had measured wrong. It was a 22 mm bolt. Back to Checker, buy the right wrench, and finally, about an hour and a half after starting on this twenty minute job, I got the caliper off the rotor, only to find the item pictured above. The back side of the rotor looks like the surface of the moon. I had to get to work, so I put the new pads on, buttoned up the right front, and promised the left front I would get to it soon.

“Soon” turned out to be this morning. At least there was nothing bad with the left front. Only took me about twenty minutes to do the deed. Next week I’ll be doing the back brakes, and I have to squeeze in the time to get the right front rotor turned before I completely ruin the new pads.

Even as I take a minute to write this, I’ve just gotten back from the dentist (one stubborn cavity needed to be redone) and I am making preparations to go to a friends house and install the screen doors that I built. I’ll take pictures and post them later, I promise.

If I don’t talk with you before then, have a safe weekend and stay hydrated. I’m staring 117 in the face with some high humidity – it’s usually raining by this time of the year, but the weather has been weird lately. California stole our rain last night.

Chat ya later…

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Lord, I need some. Well, more than I have. For example, I could use the level of patience that one lady demonstrated today …

Mommy and two boys come into the store. Older boy, about six, pretty well behaved, quietly looks around and asks permission before touching or playing with anything. Younger boy, about three, goes straight into Taz mode. Mommy is constantly taking Younger by the hand, guiding him towards age appropriate toy section, while still managing to shop for the birthday present.

In conversation while ringing up the transaction, Mommy says that Younger managed to slip out the doggy door into the back yard, pull the hose into the living room through said doggy door, and then turn on the water and spray the entire contents of the living room in the time it took Mommy to put down the grocery sacks and turn around to see where Younger was. Lord, I want the kind of patience that allowed Younger to still be breathing after that.

Because you see, after this long, I figure the rest of the world’s occupants should be operating by the rules that most of us already follow. My patience for people who figure they don’t need to follow the rules is running really, really, thin.

Are ya listening, NAACP? I have no patience for those who act in a racially inspired manner calling others “racist” – are ya listening, Mr. “dismiss the charges even though there is solid video evidence against the black panthers” Holder?

OK, gotta go to bed. I’m so mad and tired right now I can’t even put the thoughts together that had coalesced earlier into a well-written post. You should have read it then, it was awesome.

Chat ya later…

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Of course – I knew mine were making a little noise first thing in the morning, and then behaving the rest of the day. Now that I’ve fixed hers, mine are all jealous and are starting to really whine for attention. Maybe if I stay up late tonight, after finishing a little wood working that I should have had finished a week ago…

Chat ya later…

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My good friend, Fred, has a post up over on The Texas Fred Blog that you should maybe ought to go and read. Not just for the entertainment value, but for the eye-opening that a lot of people in this country need.

It starts out thusly:

Have you ever wondered which side of the fence you sit on? This isn’t just a re-post of an email we’ve all seen many times. Read past that part. I was sent this again today and for some reason I was inspired to write the post below the email. I hope you enjoy it!

If a Republican doesn’t like guns, he doesn’t buy one.
If a Democrat doesn’t like guns, he wants all guns outlawed.

If a Republican is a vegetarian, he doesn’t eat meat.
If a Democrat is a vegetarian, he wants all meat products banned for everyone.

If a Republican is homosexual, he quietly leads his life.
If a Democrat is homosexual, he demands legislated respect.

If a Republican is down-and-out, he thinks about how to better his situation.
A Democrat wonders who is going to take care of him.

Read the rest over at Fred’s, and tell him Cary sent you. He’ll shoot me thank me later.

Chat ya later…

Thank you for stopping by, In GOD We Trust, God bless you all, don’t buy or breed cats or dogs while homeless pets die (spay, neuter & adopt a pet, one by one, until there are none), Wear Red on Fridays, and support Warriors for Innocence!