Oh, Africa (or The Art of Patience)

So yesterday Byron went rushing out with his big list of things to get done. I can't say he went zooming away as he was driving the old beauty of a Land Rover. As if that wasn't enough of a slow down, he was pulling a trailer of barrels filled with water. His first stop was the water delivery run to care for the hedge we have planted on Wild Hope's land outside of town.

Well, he didn't get very far when the trailer's axle broke and her rear differential ground into the dirt as the wheel fell off and rolled down the way. It was sudden death for the trailer as well as for Byron's hopes of accomplishing his list.

Most all of yesterday was then given over to getting the trailer road worthy again. It was no small feat to secure a new axle in our town that was mostly closed up tight for the celebration of Eid ul-Fitr, the end of Ramadan. Most of today has gone into this same unexpected project.

Days take sudden changes of course and the highly driven learn to use their flexibility muscles much more often than they would maybe like to.

Ah, well. I've heard that patience is a virtue.  May as well let it grow :-)