Jamie was nine and David was just about to turn three years old. We all packed into Grandpa Jim's big Chrysler and off we went. Everything went according to plan until we got to Colorado and a late snowstorm blew in and the big Chrysler stopped dead in the middle of the highway. We could manage to drive a few miles and then the engine would sputter and die. We had to keep driving because there wasn't an automobile repair shop for hundreds of miles. (Fuel filter)
If you have ever driven across Kansas you will understand our predicament. We were in the middle of nowhere. It's snowing like crazy and of course, the wind is blowing. We are limping our way across the flatland.
The level of tension in the car was extremely high due to the nature of the situation and the fact that Grandpa Jim was well known for his "impatience". David, who had been asleep, woke up, stood up in the back seat, ascertained the situation from a three-year-old's point of view, and said, "Boy, Grandpa has big trouble."
Yes, indeed. Many hours later we finally made it to Salinas and had the car repaired. When got to Tulsa, Grandpa Jim bought a new car.
Why this story? Well, now it's Grandpa Jon's turn for the "big trouble".
No water pressure or at least it's not what it should be due to the fact that we have air trapped in a low spot in the line. This is not a simple problem to solve as our water line goes up the mountain about a quarter of a mile. Retired Mountain Man and Travis have been working on it for two days.
Murphy's Law -"Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong".
At the end of the day, the pressure is still at forty and we now have a broken 2 inch line.
To add to the day's events, on Monday, our freezer in the pantry decided to "give up the ghost" and the new one was to be delivered today. (I do not have photos of the furniture moving, chaotic mess this caused)
I was sure that I could handle the freezer delivery while RMM and Travis worked on the water line issue.
The doorway to the pantry is 28" wide. The freezer that I bought was 28" wide. At least that's the width that was advertised, but guess what? It was wider than that.
Who was that Murphy guy, anyway?
We had to remove the door, both door jambs and hinges. The delivery guys couldn't take off the jambs as they were "not allowed" to do that. After about an hour of trying to figure out what to do, they finally rammed it through the doorway with one minor scratch.
It turns out we can't use it. (I don't mind returning it.)
We have reworked the plan of action for tomorrow and the Disaster Response Team is on it's way.
Mike has a 2" valve that we can use.
Kermit is hauling up the excavator to dig up the line.
Trav and Adam are bringing the trash pump to get the water out of the ditch so we can replace the valve.
Retired Mountain Man has his hip waders out. (Water temperature, 39 degrees)
I bought bottled water.
This problem really needs to be solved by the end of the day as we white stuff in our forecast for tomorrow night.
Grandpa has big trouble, but luckily for him, he has a lot of really good people to help him out, he's not in Kansas and Murphy is not a member of the Disaster Response Team.