So There it is…

 A picture from the Past.

 Grandson Ben less than a year old.

For Today:

We, (actually me) are faced with a tough decision about our lives.  This new to us coach needs some work.  I cannot find a ‘reliable’ local repairman that will or even can do the work. 

The problem involves a combination of electronic, electrical and hydraulics. It will be expensive, most of the problem I knew about when we bought it. I figured finding the repairman would be simple.  BUT…IT IS NOT THAT EASY, JACK

I was rejected by 6 repairmen that were recommended; one held the coach weeks before giving a diagnosis but acted like he would rather not do the job.

Now Sherry is leaving the decision up to me. So, Do I look for a place to trade it in or sell it outright.  I AM RELUCTANT to sell it because when I told a prospective buyer the problems, I am sure they would walk off,

The Ideal thing is get it fixed.  Presently that prospect is to drive to Iowa about 914 miles / 1 471 km (one way). I think that is the route I am leaning.  It is a long way, but that is the location of the company that manufactured these jacks and hydraulics.

 

I don’t mind the time or distance, but with other irons in the fire it is sorta tough to make an appointment and handle other commitments. We have a few weeks to decide, I must wait on the results of my pappygram Appointment next month.…

We do thank the Lord that a part of our frustrations is slowing down; thanks to our prayers and the concern and prayers of others.

I know I sound like a complainer, but then I think of this old barn in the middle of a tobacco field:

I try to remember how blessed we are. Sherry's mother spent her early years (1 to 8 yrs) with her mother and several siblings here.  They lived in this one room Tobacco Barn on a tobacco farm and worked in the fields in eastern North Carolina.

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PS:  Oh yes, ‘Thanks’ AGAIN to you all for stopping by the Shipslog..