My goodness, this year is sort of like a repeat of last year. First lots of rain, then none, then rain every day or two. It sure makes it hard to work in the garden when it’s pouring and the ground is soppy. Ugh. The dratted weeds sure like it though, don’t they?
Yesterday was the day from hell for us. I bought a new-to-us electric golf cart on a local online auction, Do-Bid.com. It was located about an hour north of us. Yesterday went like this: First, Will hooked up our small trailer and we headed out about 10 o’clock. We stopped at the credit union in town to temporarily up our cap on my debit card as it’s set low to prevent fraud. We headed north in the rain. When we got there, Will went in to pay. The card was rejected. His card was rejected. I called the credit union and the girl “fixed” everything. Yep, fine. Then they couldn’t find the battery charger for the cart. (They cost between $370-$600 new!) After a long hunt, they loaded up the cart, minus a charger. Sh#@! We started home in the rain. We got about 20 miles and the trailer tire on the road side fell off! Will pulled off onto a side road, which, luckily, was right there. He walked back and couldn’t find the tire as it had rolled somewhere off into the wilderness.

Meanwhile, I got on my phone and located the nearest place we could buy a new trailer tire/rim. He unhooked the trailer in the ditch, and we drove 30 miles to International Falls, to Menard’s, where he bought the only tire they had, which was narrower than the original. But, hey, beggars can’t be choosers. Back we went. In the pouring rain again. When we got there, the rain had stopped, and he managed to change the tire with some new lug bolts he’d bought. Onward 20 miles. POW! The new tire blew out a sidewall. By then, we were closer to Cook, our hometown. While Will pulled the blown tire off, I called our guy, Gary, at The Tire Shop to see if he had a tire. He did. I explained our emergency and we drove 30 miles to Cook. Fortunately, as we’re customers that always say “Fix it when you can. We’re in no hurry.”, Gary immediately got on it and in ten minutes, a new, sturdier tire, was on the rim. (We’re grateful to live near a small town! In a city, we’d have had to wait our turn.) We drove back in the rain, but I prayed hard, and it quit before we got to the trailer. Long story short, Will put the tire on, and we got home. It was 5:30! What a long day.

Today, it’s just drizzling off and on and poor Will is trying to figure out the situation with the batteries on the golf cart as we knew the batteries weren’t good when we bought it. I hope today is better than yesterday!

— Jackie