Murphy's Law

I just have one question, "Who is Murphy and why is his law so mean?" Ok, so maybe that is two, but why can't his law be nice.

Yesterday, we went to talk to the owner of some property that we are interested in. It is a new property near Alan and Becky Jackson's house that is for sale. It is around 2 acres and might be usable. At this time it is so overgrown with brush that we would have to get it cleared to see what is actually available as there is a sizable hill on the property, but with retaining walls and moving the mountain around we think it will be really nice. The owner is the dad of one of the institute students and the property is next door to their house. The owner is asking a good price and we would pay to have this institute student clear the brush before we would buy the property.

Anyway, as we were driving to the new property, Jason said that he lost the clutch. The truck had to be left in the middle of the road (thankfully there are not many vehicles that pass on that road). We saw the property and then had to walk back to the Jackson's house. Jason and Alan then got some tools and went back to the truck. About 30 minutes later we heard a truck (they live in the middle of nowhere) and then it stopped. A few minutes later we heard it again and then it stopped. After about 15 minutes of this, we saw the truck drive into the property. Alan was driving and Jason was sitting in the truck bed. They had to push start it and anytime they had to slow down for a pothole it would die and they would have to push start it again. Jason started taking it apart in the driveway and found out that the problem is a part that went bad.

Becky took us home and today we have to try and find that part then go back to their house and fix the truck. This is the first time this truck has ever broken down on us and thankfully it is not a major fix. I just wish that it had broken down in our driveway. That would have been so much easier. :-)

Today is my shopping day so Becky Jackson (who also has an empty fridge) will take me shopping while Jason fixes the truck. I am so thankful for good friends. Becky told me last night that she is glad that it is finally their time to help. Usually the come into town to get their car worked on and we take them around. I am glad we have them for friends.