A timing belt and a tent

It's not about beekeeping, at least not directly, it is about life though. My wife's car is a 1999 Mercury, she travels all over the county for her job and as I don't know the maintenance history, decided it would be a good idea to change the timing belt.  Our schedules as they are, the only real time I had was Labor Day. Which for me turned out to be a day of labor. I'd removed a bee colony Sunday evening but couldn't get all of them, there are always some foragers out and about. So I promised the homeowner to return Monday morning to collect whatever clustered overnight. Did that, picked up a few more pounds of bees. Took them to the yard and added to the removal. Got home and started on the car, it was about 10:00.  Things were moving fairly smoothly until around 12:00 when the thunderstorm hit. I waited it out for a bit, looked a the radar and saw it was pretty bleak. Called a friend with a pop up tent, an EZ up. No problem, went and borrowed that. Back to the car now under a tent. The rest of the job went fairly well, I did have to go to the parts store for spark plugs, discovered that one of the originals had two pretty serious cracks in the porcelain. Felt pretty dumb too, her car has had an occasional miss for nearly a year, the computer diagnostic said it was the variable timing. There was a time, before car computers, when I would have pulled spark plugs first. A lesson learned, trust my instincts and not computers. The timing belt that came off had several small pieces missing from one edge and a pretty good flap, failure was eminent. A good decision to change it when I did. Thanks to my dad who taught me so much about cars so many years ago. And thanks to my friend with the pop up tent. I finished the job by 4:20 so Vicki could drive it to work at 6:00.