{"id":369,"date":"2007-10-26T23:06:40","date_gmt":"2007-10-27T06:06:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/?p=369"},"modified":"2007-10-26T23:10:57","modified_gmt":"2007-10-27T06:10:57","slug":"brakes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/2007\/10\/brakes\/","title":{"rendered":"Brakes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Peter called this morning on his way out on a four mile run around Westlake and invited us to drive out to have lunch with him. The only thing I really had to do today was make the cupcakes for Seth&#8217;s birthday tomorrow, and it&#8217;s such a treat for us to see Peter in the middle of the day that I decided to go. It&#8217;s a 40-50 minute drive for me as I still don&#8217;t take the freeways, so we were all good and hungry when we got to Peter&#8217;s work. He took over the driving and we went to Sharkey&#8217;s for lunch, then back at his work I hopped back in the driver&#8217;s seat for another 40-50 minute drive home, and we can usually make it in time for naps at 2pm. But not today. On the way home I noticed the brakes were &#8220;sticking&#8221; and half an hour later I was having to push the brake pedal all the way to the floor before it would start responding. We were so close to home, I just wanted to get home! But we stopped in the Home Depot parking lot to wait for our rescue.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s my patient boys.<\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_8377ps-blog.JPG\" alt=\"dsc_8377ps-blog.JPG\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_8378ps-blog.JPG\" alt=\"dsc_8378ps-blog.JPG\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I can see Seth all grown up in the black and white&#8230;something about the angle and expression.<\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_8379ps-blog.JPG\" alt=\"dsc_8379ps-blog.JPG\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Mom came and loaded us all up in her car, and relieved me to take Jerome in to the bathroom in Home Depot. Either we&#8217;re not out much, or he&#8217;s really good at holding it, or both, but I&#8217;ve never had to take him into a public restroom before! I took him into the ladie&#8217;s room as there was no one in there, and he couldn&#8217;t quite manage by himself in the men&#8217;s room  and there was a man offering to help him so I quickly drug my five year old little boy into the ladies room to risk a lesser form of indecency.<\/p>\n<p>Mom took us to her house and let me make the cupcakes in her oven and roasted a leg of lamb for our dinner! She sent us up to her neighbor&#8217;s with her scrap bag and let the boys feed the chickens and goats. The boys got to gather eggs and pet the kids! Seth watered Mom&#8217;s plants on the porch&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_8381ps-blog.JPG\" alt=\"dsc_8381ps-blog.JPG\" \/><\/p>\n<p>And Jerome helped make applesauce with Grandma.<\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_8383ps-blog.JPG\" alt=\"dsc_8383ps-blog.JPG\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_8384ps-blog.JPG\" alt=\"dsc_8384ps-blog.JPG\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Peter put brake fluid in my car and drove it home. I&#8217;m grateful to God for keeping us safe and giving us such wonderful, available family to help us in times of need!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Peter called this morning on his way out on a four mile run around Westlake and invited us to drive out to have lunch with him. 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