We are trying to move things to our new place so we can sell our old one. I have a million things to do, so I thought I’d start by taking our tent trailer and parking it on our new property.

I checked the tires, and one was a little low. I hoped to hurry so I could spend the entire day at our new place and finish the last of the electrical wiring in our shop. I got out a small air compressor and quickly filled the tire. Donna, my wife, and I headed on our way, but we only went a few miles when the tire I filled decided to blow. I drove slowly to the side of the road, riding on the rim.

Donna had some things she absolutely had to do at our new place to prepare for a meeting she had later, so I unhitched the trailer and took her down. I drove the forty miles back to get the trailer but realized I didn’t have a jack. I drove the forty miles back down, got the jack, and then drove back to the trailer.

The jack was rusty, so I had to work on it for a while to get it to loosen up. Finally, I got it working and jacked the trailer up. I got the tire off and put on the spare. The spare held for about a mile before it, too, blew.

Once more, I jacked up the trailer. I took the two tires with me. I went to the tire store near our new home, and the repairman looked at the tires.

“There is no way we can repair these,” he said. “You will have to replace the tires.”

He checked their inventory, and they didn’t have any that size in stock. He informed me it would take a little while to get it from the other store. Just then, Donna called. She needed to go to her appointment and preferred the nicer vehicle since it was a business meeting.

“No problem,” I said. “I’ll just switch to the pickup.”

We had parked the pickup earlier at our new place. So, I left the tires, took my vehicle, and switched it to Donna. I thought I’d take some time to work on some electrical wiring. I barely got everything in place to hang a light when the tire store called and said the tires were ready.

I drove the truck to pick up the tires, then drove the forty minutes to the trailer. I went to put the tires on but realized the jack was in the car Donna was driving. I called, and she was done with her meeting, so I drove down to our new place and got the jack. I drove the forty miles back to the trailer.

I got it jacked up and put one tire on the trailer. I then put the spare on the spare rack. I was frustrated and wondered what else could go wrong. I was about halfway to our new place, going around seventy on the highway, when the last tire that was not new fell exploded. It almost threw me off the road.

I got as far off the road as I could and started trying to change the tire. But the lug nuts were too tight, and I couldn’t budge them. I searched throughout the truck for something, but there was nothing. I drove to our new place and got a pipe. After driving back, I put the pipe on the tire wrench and barely had enough torque to turn the nuts. Finally, I had the tire changed and was on my way.

By the time I pulled in at our new place, the sun was already down. As I parked the trailer, I thought about all the wiring I had planned to do that day. I went inside, and Donna was packing up.

“I’m all done,” she said. “Let’s go home.”

It was just one of those days.