When I sprained my angle, I thought it was the 3rd in a series of “bad luck” events — first, our Jeep needed fixing, then our RV needed major engine work, and third, my sprain.
So I thought some numerology was involved . . . bad things come in threes, the 3rd wave, and so on.
But then a few days ago we discovered our Jeep signal and brake lights were no longer operating when the Jeep was connected to the RV.
Though our RV’s rear signal lights are working just fine, we’ll need to get it fixed or risk being pulled over. So we’re stopping at a Cummins repair shop in Fargo, ND on Wednesday. Hopefully, it’s a quick fix. He rolls his eyes.
Then today I noticed that one of our water filters was getting prematurely fouled . . . it was turning green. Immediately I figured it was some kind of algae contamination in our water system. On a hunch, I swiped a cotton swab on the inside of the hose:
So . . . figuring the 35-foot hose on our water hose reel was contaminated, I used a spare water hose we had to “bypass” our current system.
A busy day.
Anyway, it’s not all doom and gloom, just life on the road in a moving house.
There are other moments . . .