We tried to get Mom to let us come and help her bring the camper home, but she wouldn't hear of it. Said she could make it home just fine. She was used to pulling it and we weren't. She made it home just fine by 10 AM. All the campers in her group thought it best they leave early because of the heat and the storms that were predicted for the afternoon.
She called and let me know she made it home okay, but her camper was a little crooked in the drive. Rick and I drove in town to help her straighten it and to help her unload. She sure had angels watching out for her because Rick pulled the car/camper up so he could back it straighter for her and the brake line blew. He crawled under the car to check it out and the brake line was rusted real bad and finally just blew out. Brake fluid all over the driveway. Thank God they didn't go out while she was on her way home.
Tomorrow, I have to take Mom to the kidney center and then when we come home...we'll have to get her car somewhere to be fixed. Well you know what they say..."life would be a bowl of cherries if it wasn't for the pits".
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. ECCLESIASTES 3:1
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