“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….””

And still more summer memories…

My family wasn’t the family that took vacations, had a pool or expensive toys, or did much of anything other than work. Right now, my life is mimicking that a bit. It’s ALL good, though — I get to live in the country, 100%!!

There have been times when there was more planned play. Frank won’t mind if I tell some tales from my past involving my ex and his large extended family…

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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…”

…”In the heart of the night…”

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I had sooo much fun in New Orleans, and while I meant to post from there, I’ve actually been home for several days, still basking in my NOLA glow….

While I was there:

— I imbibed. And imbibed. And imbibed. I may not need to imbibe maybe ever again. To my credit, I did nothing regrettable, forgettable, or editable. And I was never hungover!

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Can we get closer?

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?”