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We interrupt this string of regularly scheduled Mid-Century Vibe posts to bring you A Tragedy of Errors.

Yesterday, Erik and I drove to the estate sale our friend was running in order to pick up a couple of pieces of furniture. Erik had been to the estate sale the day before to help and was so attracted to the pieces that he bought them.

One is a large handmade heavy-as-all-get-out mid-century shelving unit/desk. The other, a Lane cedar chest.

We brought our Honda Element, thinking it would be big enough for the two pieces. Umm, not. The cedar chest fit fine. The shelving unit, not so much. It was about an inch too big all the way around. Grr.

We loaded the cedar chest and drove it the hour-and-a-half home, where we picked up our other car (the one with the trailer hitch) and a trailer. We headed back to the estate sale after taking Doggle Woggle out for a walk.

We loaded the shelving unit and a few other pieces of furniture for our friend onto the trailer and went to Dino’s to eat. (Dino’s has spinach puffs and gyros that are to die for.)

Our bellies full, we set out for home. Not far into our trip, we suddenly heard a sound like a muffler dragging and pulled over. A tire on the trailer had blown. Seriously shredded to bits.

We resigned ourselves to changing the tire, even though it was dark and cold and we were tired, because what else could we do? Erik looked through the trailer kit for a wrench in order to loosen the lug nuts on the tire. The wrench we had wasn’t the right size. Nor was the one that was in our trunk for our car tires. Crap.

Erik decided to drive on the flat over to the gas station across the street and a block behind us. He wanted more light and there was a better chance we could get help there. Meanwhile, I placed a call to our friend, hoping she might have access to a wrench of the right size.

The gas station sold no wrenches.

Erik pulled off the spare tire while we were waiting for our friend and discovered that it was flat. And the air hose at the gas station was out of order. We were now stuck in a tragedy of errors. One thing heaping on top of another.

Our friend showed up with another friend who had a tool kit. (Yay!) While Erik was using the wrench to remove the lug nuts, I rode with my friend and the flat spare over to the Bridgestone tire business a block away and got air (their air hose was working).

We managed to get the tire changed, thanks to our friends. Hallelujah!

And I prayed all the way home that nothing else would go wrong. (If it had, Erik said he would cry. I would have joined him.)

What a day.