plant tree DONEThe campsis tree got planted, and Mom wanted these three paving stones dug out. We used to have three pavers at each end of the patio, set in the grass, but in the past ten years or so the sod has overwhelmed them and they were all but invisible. Mom pried the south three out a couple years ago; just this afternoon, at her behest, I dug out the north three.
dig pavers which have been there since 1966 out of sod DONE
finish HVAC control replacement & reinstall stereo DONE
tighten Escort spoiler (or find out why it's rattling and take measures to stop it) IN WORK
buy acorn nuts and install rear reflector strip NOT YET
re-arrange dash bulbs (ARGH!) DONE
go crazywhat's that still doing here?
Once I'd finished with the yard work I started in on the Escort. The bulb rearranging took about twenty minutes all told, since I knew what to do about the speedo cable this time. Then I stuck the HVAC control panel in, and it works, though I had an "oh shit" moment where the mode control cable didn't work--well, there's a clip it's supposed to fit into, which I forgot to fit it into, and once it was in there, everything worked.
I also checked the illumination bulbs in it, and it turned out that one was blown; so I took the good one from the old panel and used it to replace the blown bulb.
CD player: the CD player still won't play any CDs. I don't know what I can do about this other than replace the thing. I can hook my MP3 player up to it, though, so I'm not totally without tunes...and I don't use the car stereo all that much, anyway. I'm just not the kind of person who must always have music playing.
The spoiler is held on by two (count 'em, two) screws. You pull the third brake light out, and the screws are behind it. Then you give the ends of the spoiler a sharp upward blow with the edge of your hand, and it comes right off. There are two clips on either end which fit into sockets set in the sheetmetal, but they're friction fit.
That explains why it rattles: the foam rubber gaskets which go between spoiler and decklid are mostly gone, and the sockets don't hold the spoiler firmly enough to prevent rattles. If I can get my hand on some of the gasket material I can make new ones, put it back on, and have a rattle-free spoiler.
I took this opportunity, though, to clean under the spoiler. That hardened sap-dirt-adamantium stuff which doesn't mind mere water, even at high pressure, succumbs nicely to warm soapy water and a sponge. I brought the spoiler inside and washed it (and the 3rd brake light housing) in the sink; then took a small bucket of warm soapy water outside and proceeded to scrub the entire car. I'd intended just to do the part under the spoiler, but figured, WTF, I had the hose out and might as well go over the whole thing.
It's going to need at least one more good hand wash before I can put wax on, because there are still traces of that sap-dirt-admantium gunk all over the place. I don't know WTF that stuff is, but it clearly was spawned in some unknown and unholy pit of Hell, somewhere down in the bad area that Satan won't even visit without an armed escort.
Mom wanted to go out for dinner tonight, and our original plans involved going to Old Country Buffet. Halfway there, though, she said, "It's a shame that Benihana isn't close by."
I agreed, but then it occurred to me that Hamada of Japan and Tokyo Steak House (both Benihana-like restaurants) were in Orland Park. I told her...and we ended up going to Tokyo Steak House.
It cost a bit more (okay, a lot more) than Old Country Buffet, but it was such a good meal. I ate everything put in front of me; I'm stuffed. They serve Ramune there; I had a bottle. And I kept the bottle, because it's cool. ($3 for a 6 oz drink--you bet I kept the bottle.)
Once home from Tokyo Steak House, I checked the dash illumination of the Escort, and it all lit up, the way it's supposed to. Awesome.
All told, a good Saturday. I got some stuff done, and had a really good meal, and now I can't decide whether I want to play WoW or just go to bed.