How fortunate are we? To have this calm in the midst of a world π so much in termoil right now. I love Sunday mornings, the peace and quiet that it is. I hear a Jet in the distance, a raven, even way away a rooster π, that I don't miss. I do miss the sight's of Ann & Bob on a regular basis, Anna and Evan making their rounds, Donny with his busy schedule, yet time to say "HI!" Arrowvale will always be in my heart ❤️, now we have been out beaver Creek, I'm thinking this place be in our hearts too.
When I wake to the absolute quiet here is amazing still to me. Today the temperature is perfect, cool, yet even and with my old coat on is just right. Bird's chirp, bug's fly by, a crow, a raven, and owl, a dove, all one after the other. Raven when he flys by I can hear the sound his wing's make with each flap.
I sometimes, well actually always say I'm lucky, I truly believe that to be my lot in life. Friday I had another bit of that luck come my way. Polly and I had been hearing a squeak coming from the engine on Rambo for awhile, it would come and go. I asked Don about it before, but of course when I brought our truck to him, squeak was gone.
Polly heard the squeak Friday morning when we were in town, so I called Don, he was away, so said he'd call when he got home, and he did. I drove over to his garage right away when he called, and of course the squeak was gone!
Turn on the AC was the request, listening, nope no sound. π So I shut it off and we start just looking, then Don found this.
Then looking around the front of the engine a little more we found where the piece of belt was lodged.
Ahh! The squeek was telling us to look, and Pollys insistence that "it's doing it again" helped get us to this point. The luck I'm talking about is that this was found out before we were traveling. When we had a friend that could diagnose what it was, and repair it before a disaster happened.
I mean yes we paid attention to the sounds Rambo was making, but the luck I'm talking about was that we were close to home to have this repaired by a good friend, without the damage that could have happened. Don said if we kept driving and the belt did come off completely, we could have had a catastrophic fan blade into the radiator, that be a huge expense, also could have been at a really bad place on the highway.
So yes, we are very lucky π
Thanks Polly for listening and being insistant. Thanks Don for helping, well doing it. That was a frustrating job, but after an afternoon, and a few good ole special words as we took the old belt off, then slithered the new one on, was all good. Except the cleanup and talking after, that was great π
Polly just came out, going to water her plants early today she says, after a few trips in and out with a watering can, I ask for another coffee ☕ π
Polly gets that ☕ with a smile, then joins me outside with her tablet, and here we sit in the quiet of Beaver Creek, talking about what today will bring, and reading as I write.
Sure do Love ❤️ our life.