I’ve described the size of the interior of the trailer as small. I swear I’ve met myself turning around inside the thing. (I know I’ve met myself inside the shower! Scared me, too!)
When we’re not working, whether away from here or doing projects, Frank and I spend time together inside the trailer. By together, I mean side-by-side on the one sofa. Good thing we like each other.
We’ve always been close and enjoyed doing things together, yet we weren’t sure how this experiment was going to go. We hoped we had what it took, but as you know, until you’re in the situation, you just can’t tell. Continue reading “Can we get closer?”
As time goes along, we’ve been able to do one or two things to move in the direction of rebuilding the house. First, we have to empty the house.
When we came here, besides the two storage tents full of stuff and the tent of furniture, we put certain items into the house to keep them clean and dry. These were things like our few file cabinets, some office stuff, stereo speakers, carpets, and box after box (after box) of tools, screws, and extra parts.
(I’ve already told Frank that he can’t make fun of all my Christmas stuff, when he has waaaay more tools, screws, and extra parts.) Continue reading “Moving right along…”
Making the bed in the trailer is a exercise in, well, exercise! The heart rate goes up, I break a sweat, sometimes there’s counting of repetitions, and swearing is a must.
Some of you might have had to make the top bed in a bunk, or perhaps your bed was in a corner, where you struggled a bit getting the clean sheets on the wall side. This takes it all to a whole new level.
Because it is a bump-out, there is only one open side to this bed. The head, foot, and one side are all against walls. Tight against walls. Continue reading “I’m more flexible than I thought…”
Bone-chilling, eye-watering, brutal, wicked, vicious –you pick the adjective, and it was even colder than that.
Our local news stations were talking about when we’ve had such deep cold in recent history. I recall the closest being 25 years ago, when I had to call off work because of the trifecta of chill: the garage door opener didn’t work, the pull to bypass the garage door didn’t work (the door rollers were probably frozen to the track), and the car wouldn’t start anyway, so it wouldn’t have gone out the door if I had gotten it open!
In both situations, we’d had a pretty hefty snow, followed by a pretty hefty rain, then a little bit of snow again and a dramatic temperature drop. Our temps usually find a way to creep above 0°F, but this time it was about 48 hours below zero, plus some skinny numbers for another few days.
We thought we had prepared for it, but no: our water line froze. Our heated water line. Continue reading “Okay, it can get colder…”
Hi, peeps, it’s your favorite Schipperke with a tiny bit of Pomeranian sprinkled in! Yes, it’s Pip!
The tiny house on the right belongs to me! Turns out Mommy and Daddy and I all have tiny houses! Mommy took this picture of me the other day, and she tried to get me in or next to my house, but I’m too quick for her. She settled for me and house.
In that picture, my house looks like one of my toys, but it’s really a good size for me. It’s cozy and quiet, and they have a little heating thingy in there that I lay on with my blanket. (I couldn’t get the two pictures to match without taking up the whole page. Mommy couldn’t quite figure it out, either.) Continue reading “Cold puppy!”
It’s funny what can make us happy sometimes. As our trailer odyssey progresses, we had hoped to have the house itself further along by now (and actually to have it habitable, if not finished). Along the line, we did the math and determined that we had enough money to build a pole barn instead and put the trailer inside. We would then heat the barn to 50-55ºF and give the Atwood furnace inside the trailer a break. Continue reading “Sometimes the oddest things…”