A Pieceful Life

A Pieceful Life


I'm so glad that you stopped by, and hope that you enjoy your visit. Here you will find pieces of my life - quilting, cross-stitch, family, travel, friends.
My name is Peg - I am a 60ish wife, mother, daughter, sister, aunt, cousin, friend - and if we're not already related or friends, hope to become your friend too.
We live in the eastern end of the beautiful Fraser Valley, about 1.5 hours east of Vancouver, BC. Empty nesters, we have one son living just a few minutes away, our other son and daughter live in Alberta.
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Friday, September 14, 2012

We Interrupt This Trip

for car repairs!

You know, we do everything we know to do to be sure the vehicle is good for the road, and then we continue maintenance like oil changes and tire rotations while we travel.

But even so, the truck chose this morning to NOT start.  Well, actually it started, then it died, and didn’t want to go again.

So BCAA/AAA got a call!  In time a tow truck and driver arrived – they checked the battery, all good.  Hmmm….what to do!  The driver, of course, is not a mechanic, so he called the garage and they had a suggestion – try priming the fuel pump.  Okay – done – and the beast started right away, and kept on running.  Good that’s okay then.

We headed out – an hour and a half later than we’d intended – fingers crossed, prayers flying, thankful we had a reservation ahead of us so we knew if we were late we’d have a place to sleep tonight.

Arrived at the campground, with no further incidents.  But just a few minutes down the road is a dealer repair shop.  We stopped there on the way in, to make an appointment for an oil change and check-up for the next morning.  All’s good – right?!?

Well, after we got set up, and I started to put dinner together, we decided a couple of grocery items would be helpful, not necessary, but a nice addition – besides Grizz wanted a beer and the fridge had none!  So off he went, while I got into cooking.

About an hour later, he was back – walking!  Oh, dear!  The truck did the same thing,….died…..in the middle of the intersection in front of the repair shop!  I guess if it had to happen, it couldn’t have happened at a better place.  A nice young man came along and offered a quick tow across the street, and the truck is in the auto-hospital for the night, and for however long it takes to get healthy again.

In the meantime, the posts of our days in Utah are all set and will publish one day at a time.  I’ll let you know how this all turns out.

Blessings, Peg


  1. Car troubles are the worst. (Okay, well serious health problems are even worse than car troubles, but you know what I mean). Wish you the best in getting the truck back on the road.

  2. Hmmm.... The Universe must want you to stay in Utah a while longer. Hope it isn't serious - or too expensive. And on that note, I must go get my tire repaired. Ah, the life of vehicle ownership!