Now that the weather is getting nicer more often, we’re busier in our lives — and planning to start actually demolishing the inside of the house. I have a goal of being moved in around October, even if I may not have a second floor by then.
The trailer has created a “situation”, however. I’ve become complacent and comfortable. Frank and I have places for what we need in this tiny space, and now it takes effort for me to move toward the next step.
Take something as simple as income taxes as an example. I know exactly where the files are for last year to reference as I prepare this year’s filing. Have I walked the 50 feet or so to grab them out of the house? No. Something that simple, and I don’t want to go fetch. Continue reading “The trailer has made me lazy”
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.
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!
Continue reading “…”In the heart of the night…””
There are things I have to get used to now that I’m living in the country. Stink bugs, mud, horse flies — and mice. Mice are cute, especially the little fakery above, but I don’t want one as a companion!
We had been moving boxes around and apparently one of us brought a critter into the trailer. I think I would have seen it somehow as I was pulling clothes out of boxes, but maybe not. It’s possible that it just ran in when we had the door open. It’s more probable that this one little guy squeezed through a tiny hole somewhere or under the barn garage door to escape the cold.
Continue reading “A mousie in the housie”
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…”
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…”
I have been fortunate enough for most of my life to have a washer and a dryer inside my house. Whether it was at Mom’s, Grandma’s, or eventually my own house, we would just run down the basement, put a load in, and run back up. Who knew I would be so nostalgic for something like this.
There’s no good way to have a laundry pair here yet. While we left our other appliances when we moved, we brought our washer and dryer with us. They’re sitting in yet another storage tent with the furniture. In this gigantic game of Tetris, we have plans to get these set up soon(ish). Until then, I cram half the trailer into my car every week and head to the local Laundromat. Continue reading “Laundry is an issue”
Hi, world! I didn’t know I could do this, but I can use Mommy’s flat thing that opens up so she can make words! I’m Pip, the family schipperke!
I know — what’s a schipperke??? I’m a small black snuggling dog!
For those of you who don’t know what a schipperke is (which is probably most of you; don’t feel bad), I am a fairly good representation, especially in the picture on the left. I am not a purebred, though. Somewhere in my past is a Pomeranian. I think it makes me even cuter! Continue reading ““Dog On Premises””
(Quick, She‘s not listening — Hi, I’m the Atwood 7920ii furnace and I am the heart of this operation. If I’m not happy, nobody’s happy….
The picture above is what I looked like 10 years ago. I still look great now, because until They bought the trailer, I think I had only been used three times. Now I run probably every three minutes. It has been COLD here. Continue reading “(Psst, it’s me, the furnace…)”