Longtime readers know about my bouts with Murphy's Law. You know Murphy's Law... what can go wrong will go wrong. I've felt before that old Murphy has taken up residence around the farm, but things have been pretty quiet so I thought maybe Murphy had moved on. Well, maybe Murphy left for a while, but he's back this week with some real "fun".
It all started Wednesday when the Jeep left me stranded in Frontier county about 10 miles from Stockdale. I stopped to map a location for the 2010 census and when I went to leave, the darned Jeep wouldn't start. Nothing, Nada. Well, not exactly true since the lights all seemed to work properly. Nobody was home where I was stalled, and I started some basic trouble shooting, but things were looking like a little more than something simple. Fortunately, the farmer came home and rescued me by giving Blackie a quick tug and I was on my home to Cambridge. Had not the farmer showed up when he did, I'd have been doing some creative "custom" wiring to get the Jeep started.
Once at home with proper test equipment, it was a quick determination that I needed a new starter relay with the only problem being the parts place is closed for the day. I figure I'll just use the car that Margie is using for her work first thing in the morning to go and get the needed parts.
Into town Thursday morning and pick up new relay, but when leaving town, car starts sounding like a rear axle bearing is going out... perfect timing I'm thinking as I pull into the farms drive. I put the new relay in Jeep and Blackie fires right up. Now to deal with the car.
Since this is still a new car, we call Ford roadside assistance and they send out a tow truck and away the car goes to McCook. It took dealer a matter of minutes to determine that problem was a rock in the brakes and have a nice day. Normally I'd have pulled the wheel myself, but I was already behind on work due to the Jeeps failure to start issue.
Next up... The wind we've had lately loosened up some of the metal roofing on our barn, with the result of it whipping back and forth. Fortunately Thursday the wind let up and I got up on the roof and made repairs.
OK... so three problems down and things happen in 3's right? But just as I was heading out the door for a day of fun and mapping rural Nebraska, Margie says "where is that water coming from?". The floor in front of the kitchen sink was wet where it had not been before. A quick look under the sink found that a leak had developed in the old kitchen faucet connection and to make things easier, a new faucet was procured, installed, and verified leak free.
Just seems like a lot of little things going wrong all at the same time. Bad luck? Murphy's Law? I'm thinking Murphy myself.
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