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…”
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…”
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.
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”
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…”