I knew better than to call my DH, called the insurance breakdown line, spent about an hour on the phone with an incompetent customer service rep, to discover she gave a completely wrong location to the wrecker service. Fortunately he found me, as being stuck on the side of the road with cars buzzing past, without any water in mid 80s temperatures, and with 2 dogs, isn’t as much fun as it seems.
Once finished with the insurance company, I did call my DH to tell him where I was and when I expected to be home, but not only was he completely disinterested in my predicament, he sounded annoyed, as if it was my fault. I gave him the benefit of the doubt, as maybe he was having a bad day too, and texted him, asking if he was driving past Grand River Dr on his way home, could he make a 2.4 mile detour and drop off some water for me and the dogs. No response. Texted back, don’t worry, the tow truck just arrived, I’ll be home shortly. Nothing.
The tow truck driver was great, and said the insurance company woman had told him it was a light truck, not a 6-wheel 3600 Dually. Fortunately he was in their big wrecker, so could take the weight. The dogs stayed in the truck, I rode in the tow truck and was home about an hour later. DH didn’t come out to see if everything was OK, but sat watching TV. By this time, I’m slightly annoyed. I unpack the feed from the truck, put it away, half in the chicken house, half down the chute to the feed room off the milk parlour, all by myself. Used the buggy as carrying 300lbs to the chicken house isn’t the easiest.
Friday morning, DH gets home from work early, like 10am, and starts messing around with the truck. I see it jacked up, both front wheels off, and I can hear him up there while I’m milking downstairs. Then suddenly, silence. Oy, quickly texted him that I’d already ordered 2 new tyres for the truck online. Phone rings, DH. Annoyed with me that I didn’t tell him, and that I could cancel the order. Well, no, I can’t, it’s already been paid for. So, he came back home, and put the wheels back on the truck, fastening all 8 lug bolts on each wheel, and put all the tools away. Came inside where I was pouring milk into the herdshare owners’ jars, and asked if I’d felt the front passenger wheel losing it’s hubcap. No, it’s on the back seat where I put it after the tow truck driver removed it so it wouldn’t crack when he secured the wheel. He asked if I was planning on doing the necessary to fix the wheels. Of course, I didn’t expect him to do it after ignoring me and the fact that it needed fixing.
It’s been very quite in the house since then. He usually goes up to bed while I’m still outside doing what needs to be done, We don’t talk.
The 2 new tyres arrived today, and after I’d finished milking, I went to get the wheels off to take them to the shop to be swopped out That’s when I discovered he’d put a plug in the wheel that had the hole in it, and rebolted both wheels back on the truck. Took me a while to find the airgun and the sockets, but I did. Loosened the 8 bolts on each wheel, jacked the truck up, first the passenger side, put the stand jack under the frame, released the floor jack and pulled it around to the drivers’ side of the truck where I repeated the process, sticking the 2nd jack stand (after checking that each could hold 3 tons) under the frame.
I then went and fetched the big tractor, parked it next to the Dually, removed it’s left front wheel, uses the same sized socket as the truck, which needs a proper tractor tyre instead of the Ill-fitting car tyre Craig, the tractor mechanic we use, put on for me last Summer when I had a flat.
Brought Noddy out of the shed, pulled up next to the truck and loaded wheels. Could only fit 3, so it’s going to be a 2-trip effort, as there are 3 wheels from the Dually, both fronts and the spare, the tractor wheel and the 2 new tyres. Trundled off to Blundy Hoppes, explained what I wanted to Reneé, she walked back with me to Noddy where I offloaded the 3 and said I had to go back home to fetch the other 3. Zipped back home, pulling in just after DH. Stopped, loaded the wheel in the back, the 2 tyres on the front passenger seat while he just watched, and back to the shop. Took the lug bolt from the tractor with, as there were only 4 in the 12-holed wheel hub, checked, there were 6 holding the other front wheel on, need to buy at least 2 more.
Offloaded the 3 next to the first 3 and went back into reception to Reneè. Followed her into the back to Dave, explained to him that the good tyre on the front wheel needed to go into the spare wheel, the 2 new tyres were for the truck wheels, and the tractor wheel needed one of his 2nd hand tractor tyres like he put on the other wheel a month or so ago. It was after 4pm by this time, so they’ll only be ready tomorrow. Great. I’ll do it all again tomorrow, in reverse. But both the truck and the tractor will be ready to work again.
So, to my fellow females, we don’t need a caring and concerned DH to help us, we are strong, and with a bit of equipment and some planning, can fix it ourselves. And to the men out there that think we’re damsels in distress, I got my hands dirty, twice, but I did it, ALL BY MYSELF. Yes, it took much longer, but I don’t need a man to do the dirty work. I’m fully capable of sorting myself out. But, still not speaking to DH. I’d like my husband to be caring and concerned when I have a blown tyre while driving, but that’s obviously not what I have.
The new printer also arrived today after the power outage of 3 weeks ago blew it. Need to open the box and set that up - I have sheep cutting instructions that need printing, as well as new herdshare ownership and boarding contracts.
There are currently 10 families in my micro dairy herdshare programme. I chatted to God, and 3 new families joined after 1 left after getting an e-coli infection, probably from her job as an EMT in an ambulance, and not from my milk, which tested clear, about $200 later. May still have a “visit” from the Health Dept thanks to her. This experience did teach me something - grass fed cows have more e-coli bacteria in their guts as it’s needed to process the chlorophyll in the green grass, whereas feedlot (factory farmed) cows have less as they’re fed differently. First time in the 10½ years I’ve been doing this, that I’ve had to test my milk for the herdshare owners. I have previously tested milk from mastitis infected udders to find the strain so that the most effective meds could be administered. That’s when I found it was a staphylococcus infection, and had to cull my small herd. Now I insist on clear blood tests before buying cows.