Friday, August 31, 2012
The Old Ball and Joint Routine
Joints, balls & old rusty vans seem to be the theme of my life lately. Number one son fractured his pelvic area & popped out his hip joint back in May. The daily trip to Memorial Hospital in South Bend, Indiana on the main highway was nothing but a nasty bump & grind. I believe only a couple of hunky chunks from Chippendale's could surpass the fifty bumps I counted while making the 22 mile trip. So today, the number one son & I decide we will drive down to Elkhart, Indiana so I can fluff the booth at Hart City. I would drop him off at his old job to visit with his boss & workers & pick him on my way back. I get everything marked & loaded in 90 degree heat, get the son in the front seat & off we go. Don't even get out of town when I hear a thump, thump & luckily right in front of Division Tire. Pull in, explain my dire situation and tell the owner that it could quite possibly be a stone stuck in the tire. They hoist the van up & sure enough, I hear him say in the background "it's the ball joint". Having had some past experience with the hip joint, I know it's not a good situation. Quick phone call to the husband, who talks with the owner & who says it's not good. Hubby thinks if I drive real slow & watch out for potholes I'll be o.k. Quick decision by me, to turn around & come back home to the air conditioned house. Elkhart & Hart City will have to wait as I have no intention of breaking down on the busy streets of Elkhart in this heat & humidity. Many months of driving back & forth to the hospital & nursing home may have been too much for the Emerald Gem (aka the van). One of the nice things about living in a small town is almost everyone knows you. Fortunately for me, I know the owner of the tire place, Steve Green & he always does right by me & our family. As for me, I wish it had just been a tire that needed to be replaced. So for now I will turn my attention to doing some cross-stitch samplers & enjoy the cool of the air conditioned house. Hart City will have to wait.
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