Buncha graces

Larry Scribner came this morning to pick up his-rather his buyer's-skis. The first thing he said when he saw them was "Wow". Later came the comments, "Now I don't want to give these away" and "These are beauties!" Dwayne asked for $300 plus parts for the job, but Larry evidently gave more than just that because Dwayne saw the check and exclaimed, "Well God bless your heart!" Larry came by again in the afternoon, after he handed the skis over to their rightful owner and reported that the owner was "Awed." I'll mention finally now that fastening the Teflon to the ski every inch was not Dwayne's original intention. I drilled the holes when Dwayne still wanted to use rivets. My company antagonists think they look 'toyish' and 'overkill.' But the word that comes to my mind is masculine.
Another item that got done today is organizing the 152's paperwork into a 1" notebook. I was spurred into getting this done immediately because I neglected to bring the paperwork to Fairbanks.
I did no flying today, but i did mention to Dwayne that we need to get up in the SuperCub. I want to log hours in another airplane and go land on a mountain and river sandbars for the first time. I'll need to pay for gas, but all things considered, the flighttime will be inexpensive.
Five men from Glacierview church, among whom was Pastor Marlin, Pastor Mike, Bobby and Bob, came today to assist us with installing drywall in the hangar. We accomplished alot in the time we spent. After they left, Dwayne and i rearranged the hangar to make room for airplanes and swept the floor. We figure that our five airplanes and some wings and fuselages can fit. I nailed the tarpaper onto the furnace room's roof.
The insurance company called, and in the nick of time. They want us to dismantle for them a couple crashed airplanes that Dave has lifted in. We will get pay for our work at $60 an hour. In five hours' work tomorrow, I ought to have my present financial needs provided for. 2 Corinthians 9:8.
I had a scare this morning. I checked my bank balance over the phone, and the automated teller said i was overdrawn by $205. I called Marilyn over at my bank and asked her what happened that would drain my account, and she explained that the fuel pump i used yesterday pre-authorizes a $200 withdrawal from the bank account, and it takes a little time for that preauthorization to clear out. That was a great relief. It was almost the second time I spent more money than what I have.
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The top picture is of Scribby's skis all assembled, masked off, cleaned and ready for prime and paint. The tarp behind them is a corner on my homemade paint booth. The far sawhorse is one Angela and Daisy made in June. They penciled in their names nicely; Daisy drew daisy flowers on the nailheads and wrote "Phil 4:13."
The next pic was taken this morning with the finished skis, Dwayne and me.
The next one was an outstanding capture of a valley branching off the Chickaloon river valley. We're on our way to Fairbanks here.
What was supposed to be the last picture is over McKinley Park airstrip. There Angela took the initiative to salvage our relationship that had started to go bad through the previous two hours. This is a significant place, as it was home to a significant moment.
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'night.