|The reason I live on a generator--peace and quiet.|
After living on a generator for eighteen years, I know most of the noises and what they mean. The out-of-fuel noise is my favorite because it's the most easily fixed. It rarely happens, but when it does, a phone call fixes the problem quickly and efficiently. Most other noises are not so easily fixed. My generator is an Isuzu and hard to get parts for. My long-time mechanic, whom I love so much that I dedicated Maddie Inherits a Cowboy to him, quit the generator business and went to work for a mine, so now I also have to find a new mobile diesel mechanic. This is like finding a new doctor. It's not easy. Today when I heard the noise, I called a guy, who called a guy, who called a guy and I think I have someone who can help me and my power source.
However, in case you think I'm complaining, I'm not really, because there are trade offs in life. This is the price I pay for living where I do, and frankly, it's worth it. In case you read on past Beth's blog, which will probably load about ten minutes after I load mine, I'm offering a $10 Amazon gift card to a randomly selected poster who tells me about a trade off in their life. The winner will be announced on Saturday.
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