I did short hops for the next few days on my way to Fort Worth. Traveling the interstate wasn't quite as much fun as doing small towns but I was more confident about finding places to stop. And I needed that confidence because the transmission was starting to complain a lot when it got hot and a slight roughness that I'd noticed going up to Carlsbad was becoming noticeably worse. I was hoping it had something to do with spark plugs rather than the cylinder, but I know nothing about engines and I didn't know if this was an intelligent thought - or just a hopeful one.
Around the 15th of November I called my SIL to ask about arrival timing. She said the next day would be fine so I settled in at the truck stop and made plans to stop a a store for provisions before heading up to the house.
In the morning I opened my frig to get breakfast and discovered that the inside was less than cold. It was decidedly warm, actually. My 31 year old refrigerator had decided to retire in Texas.
Well then. With nothing else to delay me, assuming neither the transmission nor the engine would give out before the last 100 miles I set out for the big city.
I spent several days hanging out with my SIL before my brother and dad arrived and I spent the next several days not worrying about anything. We had a lovely Thanksgiving and then I set about addressing the assorted issues that had come up.
Turns out that Walmart has vendors that sell through their site (like Amazon) so I found good price on a refrigerator through a small company in Florida and ordered it.
Transmission was a little more annoying to deal with but I (well, my SIL, called their Toyota guy and he recommended a tranny person. Who would be back after a holiday break. At least there's a plan.
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