Broken down
We were having a great Mother's Day weekend... until the van broke down along I-84 on the way home. The oil light came on, then it started making a grinding noise, then the battery light came on, and it just finally quit. We pulled over to the side of the road, and I checked the fluids. Everything (including oil) looked pretty normal. Ok, now what? We called Gretchen's parents. They were over an hour away, but Gretchen's dad and our brother-in-law Jamie came out in two cars to see what they could do. They didn't want to try to fix it at 10:00 at night by the side of the freeway (and I don't blame them!), so they just let us use one of the cars. We left the van there by the side of the road. We got home right at the stroke of midnight.
And if my in-laws aren't wonderful enough, they told us they would rent a dolly so they could tow the van back to Buhl and work on it. Wow. That's awesome. I was expecting to call a tow service and try to get a ride to the town of Mountain Home so I could figure out what to do with the van.
I know that this, too, shall pass. But I'm realy getting tired of feeling like my life is like something out of the Book of Job.
And if my in-laws aren't wonderful enough, they told us they would rent a dolly so they could tow the van back to Buhl and work on it. Wow. That's awesome. I was expecting to call a tow service and try to get a ride to the town of Mountain Home so I could figure out what to do with the van.
I know that this, too, shall pass. But I'm realy getting tired of feeling like my life is like something out of the Book of Job.