A smile on my face...

As is usual in my mornings, I get a cup of coffee and go sit on the patio for quiet time, to meditate and just think about my day or the days gone past. This morning I reflected on my vacation and thought of all the beauty I had seen, the National Parks, the photos I had taken, my blog and the comments from readers, ( I always appreciated your comments to know that you are enjoying the writings and the adventures), the hikes, the "misadventures", the excitement I created for myself (whether intentional or not), the people I met along the journey, and the overall feeling of exploration and adventure that I experienced. My own back yard, the desert hillside, with the birds, the rabbits (lots of those), chipmunks, geckos and the vegetation also brought it's own peacefulness to me  and I always like to just sit, listen, watch and absorb what the day may bring.

With all the good thoughts and feelings, I also thought about Phiona and how disappointed I was on Wednesday finding that, after 3 weeks, the painting had not been done or started. Mike promised that they would devote Thursday and Friday to work on Phiona. When I left the shop on Wednesday, I told them I'd not be back until late on Friday to see the progress. My thoughts this morning were about IF they would actually have accomplished any work or to what extent. Though I was understandably unhappy with the shop and their lack of following through having the car painted while I was away, I have remained very calm about that ordeal. As the years have steadily advanced in my life, I've also learned a few things, one is to try to be more patient with myself and others. Another is to look at situations from a different perspective if I give myself the time to consider it more thoroughly. I have often reasoned and found that delays or setbacks are not necessarily bad things. In this situation, with summer still in full force here in the desert Southwest, a 3 week delay would actually be to my advantage. The weather will start to cool off somewhat over the next month, which will allow me to more comfortably work on re-assembling the car. Looking at the delay as a blessing in disguise, and realizing I have no need to rush the process, I felt that everything would work out as needed. Still, I did wonder just what amount of work had been done over the last two days and what I would find when I visited the shop later in the day. Would I have to be firm and put my foot down, or would I (preferably) be cool, calm and collected?

Thereupon, I got on with my day and was wrapped up in some odds and ends around the house. Late in the morning, before noon, Mike called from the shop, which was a surprise, to tell me the fenders had been painted in black and that the doors were painted in blue. He asked if I'd come down to see the progress done on the car. After the debacle on Wednesday, I was impressed that he took the time to call me. Obviously, from the sound of his voice, he was very pleased with himself and the shop and wanted to share that with me. Not being able to drop everything at the moment, and approaching lunch time, I told Mike I'd be down a little later.


So, I did go down early this afternoon and Mike was outside where I parked the car. He shook my hand and gave me a hug (yeah, really, a hug!). He was practically beaming and told me to walk around the corner to the back shop and take a look. I held off for awhile, however, and asked him if he would give me a timeline for completion. Mike said in a week and he and I would then work of putting the pieces back together. (yes, he said HE and I would work on the car -wow). Even as I delayed going to see Phiona, he was anxious for me to go see it myself (he was like a kid wanting to show off a new bike), so I obliged. The car was in one of the bays, but I couldn't see the other parts right away and stopped to talk with a couple of the guys. Funny, how two days before, it seemed they were, well, loafing around,and today they were busy as beavers. Hummm, did someone light a fire under their posteriors?? These guys were happy to stop their work and showed me the painted pieces. 


First, one of the front fenders, nice and shiny black - lookin' good. Then one of the front doors in blue. I really liked how the color turned out. As I told them, the color was better than I expected. And it was so shiny I could see myself in it. I then saw that some of the other parts were on racks drying - the hood halves, the back splash panel, part of the trunk, and inside the paint booth were the other doors, the trunk and it's lid, and the hinges. To say I was impressed would be putting it mildly. Steve was already on the scene by then and, looking quite tired, he explained more about what other work would be done and the sanding required to produce a nice finish. They also were working on Phiona's body, wet sanding, as Steve and I talked. (These guys really had devoted most of their time to getting my car painted in the last two days). Impressive!

The right fender, sitting atop a T-bird's trunk.

Before leaving I talked again with Mike and, as I said earlier, he was very pleased that they had made such headway and was very happy that I was happy. Steve and I talked a bit more and he, probably more realistically, said I should wait two weeks before trying to reassemble the front clip. It needs time to dry and cure he said. If that is the case, I'm still happy and thankful that, finally, Phiona is going to start taking on her new appearance. Steve did look awfully tired though. I wonder if he put in some extra time to do all he did in two days…

With the black fenders, running boards, taillights and headlights in black, the body in blue and a thin pale yellow pinstripe along the body, I think Phiona is going to look FABULOUS!

Do you suppose it's true, "The squeaky wheel gets the grease?"

                                                         I really do like the blue color I chose for the body of the car. Mike and Kevin holding the driver's door.


Parts drying

Front Passenger's door.

Back door and trunk lid still in the paint booth.

The trunk.

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