God is Good . . . .He gave me great neighbors!

Neighbor Jim knocked on my door early Sunday morning. Told me I might not want to go anywhere.

 

Once my confusion cleared, I stepped out to see what was up. 

My tire was flat. Completely. Like a puddle of melted ice cream (licorice flavor, obviously) 

I said, "Oh my gosh - it's totally gone!" Garrett panicked and hollered in my direction, "Why would someone steal our tire?" I shoo-ed him back into the lanai. 

Jim had noticed the tilt of the Durango while he was out enjoying his morning coffee. (And what a tilt it is!) Without skipping a beat, he asked if Dave was still gone. Of course! 
Needless to say, Jim's been helping me all morning along with his son Justin. We're taking a break now - it's proving to be more than we all bargained for*. As Jim was heading inside his house he turned back momentarily and said, "Remember, God is Good." 

Funny thing, that's not what was bobbing around in my mind at the moment. In fact, I was thinking with all the sarcasm I could muster ... "Great, another day on the inactive list for all the young bitty's to talk about!!!" 

I really should change to Jim's train of thought. I just can't figure out yet - but at least no sewing words! And for a fun bit of nostalgia, there was an old boonie bee nest on the spare (amongst other disgusting Guam flora/fauna)
*Addendum: Futile efforts, a tow truck, $600 later . . . is it worth living in harsh sea climates that cause premature rusting? You Betcha!