Uncertainty

I wonder if I'm one of those people that does more thinking about their dreams than actually living their dreams. It would seem that it's in my DNA.

The two times I've managed to break free from my home state and live in my travel trailer, I've always come crawling back after my seasonal job is done. Each time I've intended to stay away. I had plans lined up for afterwards. 'Car troubles' usually send me crawling back, but maybe it's more than that. Maybe that's just a convenient excuse.

Anyway, I worked on the van some more last weekend. Didn't get a whole lot accomplished. Bought some more supplies and started framing out a bed, which might end up getting scraped.

The bigger picture, however, is that the few times I've driven the van around lately I'm becoming increasing aware of a howling, roaring, grinding type noise coming from the rearend. Always while slowing down, and usually starts around 20mph. Maybe it's something as easy as just putting some rear differential fluid in there. I've never done that. Maybe that's not easy at all. But it's possible that it's something larger, more complicated. Maybe even an entire rear end swap is required.

So I'm not sure what to do at this point. I'd hate to back out on the idea and get rid of the van. But I might have to. My daily driver is falling apart too. I'm just waiting for the transmission to give out on that one. Sometimes I hate vehicles. I've spent an awful lot of time and money on them in the last year and a half and I'm still nowhere better than I was before. It might be time to retire the car I've had for 8 years, and the van I've had for 8 months. But then where does that leave me?


Update on the ankle. It goes well. I did end up going to the ER and getting it x-rayed. They said it was just sprained. Numerous people have told me that initial x-rays won't show fractures and they take a while to show up, but I'm not going to get it x-rayed again. Still waiting to see how much the first visit is going to cost me. Most of the initial brusing is gone, or near gone. The bruises have shifted around a lot and the newer ones are still there. I'm still wearing my aircast I got from the ER and walk all day at work.