So, you're probably trying to figure out these non-descript pictures.
It's a continuation of sorts of my pics from Florida.
I saw these guinea fowl on the side of the road.
What was I doing on the side of the road you ask?
We've been meaning to take the car in for a checkup because it's been riding a little rough like it was out of alignment. Time ran away and we forgot to take it in. As we started home, I told hubby the ride seemed rougher. He had me pull over and he got out and looked at everything while I rollled the car slowly forward. He kicked the tires and said they looked sound, it might be a shock absorber that went bad-take it easy.
So I did. I carefully observed the speed limit (and thought about why we don't and still call ourselves law-abiding citizens). About 5 miles later there was a loud pow! and we both knew we'd blown a tire. (That's what that unevenness was--a bubble!)
The car didn't jerk. Nobody jumped or screamed. I wasn't scared. I just slowed down with out really putting on brakes and we found a driveway in front of a business that was closed for the day. Hubby hopped out and knew exaclty what to do, especially since he had just done this on the side of the road in Atlanta a few weeks ago.
My girl is hanging out the window looking at the boo boo on the tire. I pay attention as I help hubby with jack and lug nuts. We have the tire changed in no time only to discover....
the spare is flat.
I'm thinking, "let's just slowly ride back into town and fill it with air." Hubby doesn't go for that, preferring to rummage around throught the luggage looking for non-existent air pumps and cans of fix-a-flat.
I wandered about taking picutres of guinea fowl (but NOT blown out tires) and prayed: "God, it would be nice if you would send somebody by with an airpump." Unbeknownst to me hubby was praying a similar prayer and not to long after a small pickup pulls over and two lanky scraggly men hop out. "Ya'll need some help?" "Pops" and Ron (father and son duo) became our redneck angels. Ron helped hubby get the spare off the car, they jumped in the truck together and hauled it off to their house and blessed air compresser a quarter of a mile away. Baby girl and I battened down the hatches and I did the only thing I knew to do in a time like this: I called my momma. She kept me company over the phone until the guys got back, laughing at my recounting of the event.
The guys came rolling back up int their battered chariot and hubby gets out and says, " our comedy of errors gets more complicated--they've just run out of gas!" After unsuccessful attempts to siphon gas out of our car, we grab their gas can and dash back to town on our light-as-air tire.
I was so glad that we could so immediately be of help to them and so glad that they were promted to stop and help.
Never hesitate to ask (God) for help. Sometimes we have not because we ask not.