The turn of a year…

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I can NOT believe that I haven’t posted since August.

This thing called 2019 has torn me into bits, scattered me to the wind, and had too many people trying to put the puzzle back together again.

I have always been the person who loves to work, loves to help, loves to come up with the unusual way to correct a situation. A troubleshooter, maverick, champion. When I’m the one that needs the help, things get weird. And I think that was the whole point.

My bills got overwhelming, and they forced me into a very uncomfortable and kind of unknown corner. This girl came out fighting. Since it seemed that environmental consulting was stalled for the year, I looked elsewhere. Within about six weeks in August and September, I interviewed for and got a job with a lovely local insurance company. It amused me that — without an insurance license — I beat out the competition! I pushed to get said license, and am slowly becoming an integral part of the agency. While I’m still fumbling around, I’m growing and I’ve been helpful at the agency.

As part of a very creative group of writers who had grand plans to blog their way to a book within a year, I amassed so much copy — but fell short of the goal. Alas, I decided not to publish, although 5 of the 15 of us did. I thought I should wait until we’re out of the trailer. At no point did I think, “Gee, why not a sequel?” Hopefully, I’ll gather my posts and collate them soon, and join the 5 who can now say that they are published authors!!

A fortuitous coincidence happened as a result of the blog group: besides making some lifetime (and awesome!) friends, other connections came about. I knew one of the bloggers was an energy worker because it was peripherally the theme of her blogs — and she knew I was an energy worker because I talked about it occasionally. Anna Marie finally put two and two together, talked to the owner of the therapy center where she worked, and after a brief interview, I start there next Saturday, doing a gentle Japanese healing art called Jin Shin Jyutsu! Two and two makes four — I start on the 4th!

Slowly, slooowwly, a picture is coming together of 2020; a series of vignettes, as it were. I am working with three environmental consultants now — all wanting me to help clients that need an environmental engineer’s expertise for a few days each month — which is exactly what I envisioned when I started back into environmental engineering. I’ll do Jin Shin Jyutsu on Saturdays and some evenings, and I’ll get as much from the sessions as my clients will. And I’ll help out the insurance office part-time as well. Busy, happy, helping them and helping me.

As we end 2019, which was unusual and difficult for many (read: learning experience), I want to thank it and wish it well — and I don’t want to repeat it. It was all worth it, all of it. And as we welcome 2020, may we have the “vision” to “envision” a way to use all of those learning experiences to have a balanced, adventurous, prosperous, creative, and Happy New Year!!

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“To Envision a Washer, and Beyond….”

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As you may imagine, there’s no room in the trailer for a clothes washer. (It’s a 17-foot trailer; most people’s washers are bigger than my trailer!)

A few months ago, Frank connected me up to 220V power inside the house, so I’ve had a dryer for a while now, sitting amidst all the plaster and lath strewn about. We would still go to the laundromat to use the washers, then bring it all back to dry.

He’s been trying to finagle a way to get me a water connection from the pressure tank to the washer. We aren’t to the point where we want to install plumbing in the house, but we’ve been trying to figure out a nice temporary way to be able to save a bit more money and time (especially time!), and use our “free” well water. (It’s our well; we only pay for the power — nothing illegal going on!) Continue reading ““To Envision a Washer, and Beyond….””

Summer memories…

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Mother Nature has finally gone and done it.

She made it past the kinda cold and rainy season (nominally, Spring) and plunged deeply into the height of Summer. She’s all-in: hazy, hot, and humid.

We’ve had some beautiful days with all the windows open in the trailer and the breeze blowing through. I tried taking one of my engineering projects outside, but couldn’t manage the glare on my laptop, but it was so pleasant inside that I didn’t mind. The trailer has a robust AC unit as well, and we’ve had to activate it a few times just to cut the stuffiness. I’m not an AC girl, preferring to run it at about 80, and yet I’m so very glad it works when we need it. Let’s face it, Frank and Pip and I live in a metal box! (There has to be some kind of metaphor there…)

The closeness of the trailer brings old memories to mind. And when I say old, I mean old. The other evening, a particularly poignant memory surfaced. I was suddenly back in the late 1960’s at my grandparents’ house; I was there. Continue reading “Summer memories…”

Meanwhile, behind the scenes at the trailer…

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Wow, y’all. I did NOT realize it’s been two months since I posted. I had such blog momentum going — and then New Orleans ruined me, and then I realized that the trailer had made me lazy. And there are so many more stories to tell.

Let me catch us all up a bit. (This is as much for me as it is for you!)

My tiny family is here in our tiny trailer so that my husband could have all of his landscaping paraphernalia in one place. Four trucks, three trailers, two Bobcat machines (an excavator and a skid-steer), and all of the implements, tools, spare parts, and me and a dog — well, let’s just say that all of this didn’t fit at the old place. Here, Frank has three acres (and still not enough truck parking!) and a barn (that is filling up fast!) and is as happy as I’ve ever seen him.

While all of this was coming together, I wasn’t sitting on my hands. I haven’t talked much about my unusual skill set in the blog — in fact, I don’t think I’ve mentioned it at all — but thanks to a wonderful combination of factors and occurrences, much was happening behind the scenes. Continue reading “Meanwhile, behind the scenes at the trailer…”

Haunted…

Maybe I picked up an entity on the ghost tour. Since I’ve been home from New Orleans, my mind keeps ending up back there. I may be haunted. I know this visit affected more than past visits did…

However, this is not a travel blog. Life goes on and I carry my NOLA within my heart and soul always. I’ll leave you with lyrics from the end of Poco’s “Heart of the Night”, a song that runs in my background a lot:

“I’m so glad to be back in New Orleans.

Please don’t wake me, don’t shake me, if it’s only, if it’s only just a dream,

‘Cause it’s the only place I can face that makes me feel so right,

Below that Dixie moon and lovin’ you, in the heart of the night…”

(Perhaps “haunted” is too simplistic… “infected” might be more appropriate….)

Thank you all for letting me trip away.

The Great Furniture Miracle

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We’ve had everything in storage tents on the property for months now, and we know that many of the items in boxes are completely ruined because of the rainy summer, fall, and now winter. The furniture was in a separate tent, which was the wrong tent when I bought it. I thought I was getting a little plastic garage-in-a box, where you insert Tab A into Slot B for a bunch of metal tubes, and then you cover the skeleton with a vinyl shell. I ended up with a party tent, with the same metal skeleton, but instead of a one-piece cover, the cover is several vinyl pieces that you can use in various configurations to just have a roof or have sides, too.

In other words, not sturdy. Especially when you get a foot of snow. Continue reading “The Great Furniture Miracle”

Things we take for granted…

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You know, this trailer life sometimes makes me long for a house, any house. I never dreamed that there were so many things I took for granted, simply because they’ve existed in my world from birth. Running water, electricity, heat, garbage collection, a real bathroom, a real kitchen (even when I don’t cook), etc., etc.

Please realize that I’m not complaining about this situation. My husband and I made a choice that would be unusual for most people, including us. I’m learning all kinds of work-arounds in this weensy dorm-room-like setting. And then I think about all the folks that don’t have any type of shelter or who have been forced into, well, a corner. Continue reading “Things we take for granted…”