A Problem Every Day

Last week we went to Salt Lake to be in a singing and dancing show called Sunshine Generation run by my aunt Anne. That part was fun but, I want to tell you about our problems. We really had one each of 4 days of our trip.

On Sunday after church we started towards Salt Lake. Dad wasn't with us. He was going to come to see the last performance on Thursday. Everything was great until we stopped in Wendover and got gas. When we got back on the road, whenever we went past 50 mph the car would just shake SO bad. It was scary. So we went back into Wendover to find a tire store. There was only one, and it was closed.

We didn't know what to do, so we called Grandpa. We knew that he would know exactly what to do. He did! He asked if we had had our car washed lately. We had, the day before. He said that at a car wash sometimes there's dirt under your car and the clean part of it, but some is still there. So we needed to go to a car wash and wash under the car really well. Isn't Grandpa so amazing?
We tried one drive through car wash. It didn't work. Mom wanted Dad to come and help her. ( Which might not have been necessary.) He came as fast as he could.

While we where waiting we went to Pizza Hut, and a park. When Dad came we went to a few car washes were you wash the car yourself. Finally one of them worked! Except it was 9:00 by then and we had to stay in a lame hotel in Wendover. Oh well.

The next day (Tuesday) we got up early and started towards Salt Lake. We had practice for the show at 8:00. We didn't know where Anne's new house was. My mom tried to call her but the sound on her phone wouldn't work. I thought I could fix it, but I couldn't. We could see that Anne was trying to call us, but we couldn't here her. We had to stop at my Grandma's house to get directions. We were late for the first practice. Oh well.

Also, we had a show that day and we were at Ikea. We were checking out and had 40 minutes to get to the show. That was plenty of time. . . or was it. No, it wasn't. We finally got all of our stuff to the car, and got everything piled in the car except a box with an unmade bookcase inside. It was heavy. Pretty quick we found that there was no way that bookcase would fit in our car when it was that full. We thought that when Dad came he could take it home in his truck on Thursday. We asked an employee if we could just leave it at Ikea until Thursday. They said no. Then we had to return it. Then Hyrum would not leave the play place and we had trouble with that.
Finally, finally we got in our car. We only had 10 minutes to get to the show. We weren't going to make it. We would be late.

We were OK though until right out of Ikea there was a red light. There were no cars around at all, and the light was really SO long. We waited and waited and waited. Finally, since there was no one around and we were LATE, we just ran the light. Nobody saw us. Except. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . a policeman! Oh no!!! We got pulled over. That policeman was really, really slow. Mom was almost crying. Then finally, finally we were going. The show was already over hath over. Oh well.

The good news was they had technical difficulties, and we were right on time!
On Wednesday I sleeping over with my cousins when my Mom, Hyrum, and Carolina were at Joannes. Lina needed to go to the bathroom. When she was on the toilet she suddenly decided to take her shirt off and drop it in the toilet.

Mom had promised that they could go get ice cream across the street. It was 9:00 and Lina need a shirt. The only place they could find that was open was the Distribution Center. Oh well. Mom bought her a really fancy, long, white dress. She wore it to get ice cream.

On Thursday there actually was no bad thing. Our last performance was amazing. I think. Then we went to Olive Garden. It was a great trip.