The Comedy of Errors that was our Latest Trip to The Big City
We did not, however, head home when planned.
We didn't even get to drive our own vehicle to the gathering on Saturday morning.
It started coughing and spluttering the day after we got to the city, sounding pretty much exactly like it had 6 weeks earlier when we'd had to dish out for a brand new air conditioning compressor. (ouch) The Man phoned the shop here at home that had done the work and they suggested a few things that might help us limp it around.
The next day, after a short shopping trip, it began smoking and smelling nasty.
All set for a weekend at the lake, The Man turned the key in the ignition to leave the gas station and...
I know what you're thinking ~ we thought it, too: You have GOT to be kidding me! You killed TWO vehicles in ONE WEEKEND??!!
Fortunately, since it was right next door, dad came over with his work van and boosted us. The car ran beautifully all the way to the lake and we had an awesome weekend there. It died promptly when we turned it off, but we figured we'd just get a boost to start our trek back to the city once the gathering was over.
Since our trip home was going to require extra time due to the vehicle exchange in the city instead of a straight bee-line home from the lake, and since we didn't really like the idea of driving in the dark on a stat holiday in a vehicle we didn't trust, we opted to stay an extra night in the city so we could make the trip home in the daylight and during business hours, just in case. We figured one day of missed swimming lessons wouldn't hurt the girls much.
We set out optimistically on Tuesday just before noon.
And didn't even make it past the outskirts of the city.
Amazingly, the garage had the problem diagnosed before the end of that day and informed us it would completely be covered by warranty because it was the brand new A/C compressor that had failed. Even more amazing, it was done the next afternoon!! The Man and his dad had just gotten back from taking the girls swimming at a local pool, so they went to pick it up right away while the girls showered and changed and I packed everything up. AGAIN. (in case you wondered, that was the FIFTH time I packed up all our stuff, including packing up to leave on this ill-fated holiday in the first place!)
After a quick supper, we were on our merry, problem-free way. The ride home was as long and boring as it always is...
And as for the swimming lessons? Based on how the girls have fared yesterday and today, I think you'd be hard-pressed to tell they had only half as many lessons as the other kids this week.
I guess Pa Ingalls had it right: all's well that ends well.