Steely Dan

 I can't praise this machine enough: the drywall hoist. It makes difficult jobs a breeze...once you work out the peculiarities of the mechanism... 

Evolution

 It proceeds...

Auto Time

 Earlier in the week, the brakes started squealing on the Hyundai and Diane's Toyota died, so I've been back in the garage a little. The battery had died on the Toyota, and in the manner of contemporary batteries its failure was sudden and complete. I simply bought a new one at Canadian Tire. I changed the squealing pad on the passenger side on the Hyundai; as you can see, the outer pad was pristine while the inner one was gone. On the weekend I did the other side, and it was the same: outer pad barely used but the inner one completely worn away. I pressed the caliper pistons back and they did not seem to be sticking, so I cleaned and greased the slides carefully. I hope this doesn't recur--after only 40K it seems a bit premature!

As a side note, I also finally assembled the workbench Jo bought me. I'll have to do some adjusting to the work area; I think I'll chop out the old wooden bench, save the portion with the big Record vice, and pop the new metal bench in that space.

Holey

 Dear me!  I can see right into the kitchen.

That's not right...

Fortunately, I know a perfect cure: There! You'd never know anything was wrong...but something still isn't right.

Perfect! I'll just move the chest of drawers back into place, and Bob's yer uncle!

Beaming

 I've finished reinforcing the beam that traverses the kitchen ceiling.

The three two-by-eights are joined by two more and the whole group is glued and bolted together. There were ominous noises, and at the end the bathroom vanity seemed to have returned to the height from which it had sunk