Evening Fun

When my wife got home this afternoon, she spotted something that didn't look right on the driver's side front tire. I should say not - a fist-sized bulge in the sidewall that included the bead, which came within 1/8" of unseating the bead. I've never seen a bead come that close to detaching from the rim, without actually causing an explosive decompression. I'm very grateful to God for keeping that tire together while she was driving home.

So I got the bad tire ("bad tire! Bad, bad, bad!") in my truck, along with the paperwork from when we bought it last November, and will take it to the tire company where we got it. They can deal with it, now. I don't mind taking the temporary spare back off, as long as I know there's a decent tire to mount in its place.

Other than that, a quiet evening so far; but it's only 6:26. Anything can happen with two teenagers in the house. Fortunately, the older will be 20 on the 25th, so that's one down, one to go.

You know how much trouble girls can be ... but not me. I was a perfect saint.

And if you hear of a lightning strike in Anchorage on the morning news, you'll know Who heard me say that ...

Also keep Peter, the Bayou Renaissance Man, in your prayers, as he recovers from a heart attack.

I hope you all have a great night.