Well.

 

Some days don’t turn out like you expect.  Like today for instance.

 

We met up with Chad for lunch.  You remember Chad.  Friends with Matt since kidhood.  Chad is a Navy Lieutenant Commander now.  He lives on Whidby Island in Washington.  He happens to be in San Diego for a few days, because he is on his way to Afghanistan for his *fifth* tour to there or Iraq.  It was good to hang out with him for a while and visit.

 

No problem on the trip to San Diego and back.  Traffic on the freeway kind of sucked, but this it Southern California.  Traffic on the freeways always sucks.  One last dinner with Barb before we leave.  On the drive back home in the dark, we feel the wobble and clunking underneath us in the Jeep.  Darn.  We made it back to our room, but by that time it was worse.  I don’t really know what the problem is, but my guess from the feel of the seat and feet is front differential.  The Jeep is not moving under its own power again until it has had professional help.

 

It’s not like we invited this.  We’ve never missed a service interval.  The motorhome had just had a full service about 1,000 miles before the engine blew.  The Jeep had just had its 90,000 mile, very expensive, go-through-everything service, before we left Colorado.

 

We had planned to check out of this hotel tomorrow, drive to Anaheim in the morning and meet up in the afternoon with Matt, Lindsay, and the boys, who happen to be at Disneyland for three days.  The car died, so we’ve changed our plans.  Now, we’re going to call for a tow-truck tomorrow, *then* check out of this hotel, drive to Anaheim, and meet up in the afternoon with Matt, Lindsay, and the boys, who happen to be at Disneyland for three days; but we’re going to do it in a rental car.

 

We don’t care if we’re leaving a trail of wreckage behind us, we want to go see the grandkids on their first-ever trip to Disneyland!  We’ll decide what to do next, after we’ve done that.