"The eyes are a window to the soul" I'm not sure who said it there is some debate...but the internet didn't know so, I figure if Mr. Google and Mr Wikipedia don't know then it must not be true(that should send a few of you into a literary tizzy....snicker snicker!)
But!...If the eyes are a window to the soul then what we see through our eyes affects our soul directly. On a deeper more profound level this is exactly why I am involved with an organization called "Dentistry for All". It is a group that travels to Guatemala and Nicaragua to provide dental care for impoverished populations where there is no care available. Now I'm not so naive to think that I can fix the world, what I can do is just a drop in the bucket, but it is a drop and it is what I can do. I may not be able to single handed 'FIX' the problem but I can be a part of the larger community who tries to help.
Keeping the theme of what we see affects the soul in mind, I wonder what happened to my soul when I walked into an "establishment", a proprietor of fermented and distilled beverages, and I saw this:
How far have we fallen that we need to be entertained for every second of the day, even during that!
On the other hand.......
Alas I digress, forgive me.
So many moons ago when we (Randy and I) were rehabbing the windows, we got new glass for everything. We put all the side windows together and in place. It was then my job to "work away" on the drivers and passenger(entry) door windows. Which I promptly forgot as they got piles of "stuff" thrown on top of them. Well during our cold snap, it allowed me some time to do an archaeological dig in the work shop. I once again spent some time on these, and then remembered why they weren't done. I messed up.
I know, I know a recurrent theme. When I had the glass cut I had figured the glazing thickness needed given the frame space, the thickness of the U channel etc etc. The mistake I made was assumption. I assumed that the front windows would be the same. Lone and behold, they are not. You can see the glass is too wide.
When trying to fit it in the frame I had visions of high school girls in the 80's trying to force their way into jeans 4 sizes to small.
So, tail between my legs I took the glass back to my glass guys, and fessed up. Once again thinking this was either going to cost my pride or my pocket book, I was pleasantly surprised when the guy said..." Oh ya retro fit restorations are always a challenge. We use this stuff...." and then he pulled out a whack of tacky rubber tar-like tape. It looks promising!......I'll keep you posted.
All the while I finished prepping the turbo intake tube. A nice midnight black engine enamel. I thought better to get it done now than kick myself every time I look at the rusty pipe!
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