Tuesday, August 16, 2011

A New Windshield and a Old Tree




Bring the Funk bring the Noise! The TR6 blog is back this week with a renewed vigor. After last weeks melancholy about the path ahead I was able to refocus and find a foothold.

On Friday of last week I go some very good news concerning my career. You remember my career – that thing I didn’t have for the first year of this project (somewhere Krista just said “15 months” to herself and she has no idea why). Unexpectedly I got a salary bump.

To celebrate I bought a couple of things from TRF. One thing I have coming is a new dash panel. I know I was talking about redoing the old one myself – and I even bought materials to do it. The problem is that now since I’ve seen a few that have been redone I haven’t been happy with what I’ve seen. Even the nice ones look wrong to me. Everything on this car looks so nice that I just couldn’t put something sub-par right where I look all the time. I just would never be happy with it. It didn’t help that TRF had them on sale for two thirds the regular price.

Beyond that I also had Greg the Windshield Guy over last night and we finally mounted the windshield. That’s a game changer. Look at the picture and try and tell me that’s not a game changer. After something like that is mounted you start to see little design aspects in how the chrome in the windshield seal sets off the chrome in the mirror and the vanity rings. The car looks great.

On the weekend my brothers (Neal and Lachlan) and I were at the ranch cutting and jackhammering out the old foundation from under what used to be the porch. I might have mentioned this before but we’re re-doing the porch and railing as that has been a mess for a long time. It was a good time and we worked well together (which is not always the case) – as a bonus I finally got to use the winch on the Power Wagon. We used it to yank out big pieces of foundation (the Sutherland brothers don’t mess around).



Unfortunately while we were out there we became aware of some pretty bad news. The 150 year old Blue Spruce tree we buried my father’s ashes under snapped in half in the recent strong winds we’ve been getting out in the west country. We also had one of the poplars in the yard of the cabin fall over and crush one of the benches around the fire pit. The poplar was expected but the Blue Spruce was very disappointing. It was on a registry of Alberta heritage trees. My father was very fond of it and often walked people out to have a look at it. It was a sad mark on what was an otherwise great weekend.

It’s worth mentioning while listening to Willie’s Place on XM Sunday morning at the ranch my brothers and I heard a song that stopped us dead in our tracks. I have never heard it before now and that’s shocking as it was completely engulfing. In the tradition of Marty Robbins it’s a western ballad called “Seven Spanish Angels” and it was by Willie Nelson. In the version we heard it was a collaboration of Willie and Ray Charles which was just perfect. I highly recommend downloading it. I did and played it for Krista and Hayden last night. Krista knew it word for word – I may be the last person to the party on this one.

Stay tuned…

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