Despite our best efforts, Lowe is a morning person. He wakes up a full hour and a half before Ouest—and before we’d like to be awake—but we can’t change him. He’s chipper.
We make him wait until six o’clock before we head downstairs to face the day, and then we head straight for the toy room. He promptly flops down on the rug with the little town on it, grabs one of his many cars, a Little People or two, and is off into his own little world.
This morning he took his car and rolled up to the toy barn full of animals. “Hola, Moo,” he said, in just as cheerful a two-year-old voice as you’ve ever heard.
“Hi Cow, it’s a beautiful freaking morning isn’t it? I’m just so damn happy to be alive. I wish I could wake up even earlier to get the ball rolling.”
Later on Ali took both kids for a haircut, and amazingly, they both followed through on it. It cost a full five times more than a Mexico haircut, so Ali made sure she got her money’s worth.
Here is a shot of those first couple of ceiling panels installed. Look familiar?
One of the things I love about this vintage stuff is the “this-is-going-to-blow-your-mind” names of everything. This here is a battery charger. But not just any battery charger, a Silver Beauty battery charger. After forty-eight years of admirable service I finally cut the cords today. The new inverter has a 50-amp three-stage charger built in.
This is some sort of really ugly relay/charge controller (?) type thing that I traced the positive wire from the charger to. One tiny wire runs from the alternator to one post, the charger to another, and a third goes to the starter battery. I’m not sure if our alternator needs a charge controller or not, so for now I’ve just disconnected the whole damn thing. Nothing but the inverter is charging the batteries at the moment.
Getting ready to roll tomorrow. Headed off for new tires, and more.