Running a little late on Sunday morning, but finally have everyone in the car. Then the one with a runny nose says she forgot the tissues. Run back to the house, just as I unlock the door, a call from the car, "We have the tissues". Try to get the key out of the lock-stuck. Key won't come out. Mrs. Curley confirms she has her keys. We lock up everything else-leaving key in door and get in the car.
Try to back the van up, power steering gone. Make quick decision, half get in number one daughter's car. Half jump in borrowed truck. (Other truck in shop.)
Get to Mass 2 minutes late. Whew! (Someone at Mass told us later that they were praying we weren't all dead because "The Curley's are never late to Mass." )
On the way home, notice number one daughter's car has a low tire. Stop at gas station and try to fill it up. Air pump seems to work, but takes out more air than it puts in. Am told that there is another gas station at the stop sign just around the corner.... 3 miles later with a narrowing road, turning to dirt in some places, we must have gone around the wrong corner. Slowly nurse car back into Lancaster and fill tire with air. Whew!
Get home and stay there. Will try again on Monday. (By the way, van simply missing some p.s. fluid. Working fine now.)
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