I’m starting to realize why people skip through loop holes and build illegal tiny houses. Just going to be honest, this is hands down my breaking point. It’s been, what 3 weeks without indoor plumbing? (that part really isn’t that bad and was maybe more my fault then circumstances) Now rounding out 2 weeks without electricity.
Checking out of Motel 6 today, I told myself I can stand on my head. It’s just two days. Monday, the power will be on. The thought that it could be Thursday of next week, IF EVER, until I get power is crippling. I do not know that I can keep it together that long. At this point why did I even bother with the RV? I could just be living in some stupid tent with better airflow and no stupid, overly expensive, special bunk sized mattress!
Luckily, the universe was looking out for me. Just before I learned there’s no power for me, one of my AMAZING sisters sent me a hotel confirmation. At the time I was all “I couldn’t! This is too much!” Then the news of the power came and I sang a different tune. Clearly, I was wrong. My cheap motels this last week were a bad plan. THIS HOTEL IS PHENOM. This hotel is the best thing ever.
I’m spending my weekend studying zoning laws and ordinances in prep for my meeting next week.
It is thrilling to be involved with the possible changes of tiny houses. You know me, I’m all over being involved (strangers, if you don’t know me, I’m overly involved). I just happened to be the right go getter in the right place to be around to discuss. Changes take time, but maybe in the meantime we can maybe let me have a meter from the power company. Straight up asked “if I promise not to build anything right now, could I get electricity?” That’s a direct quote. They have to get back to me on that one. Great. Thanks.
All settled in with the comforts of civilization on the way! The driveshaft is back in, the RV moved to its final stop on my lot. Tomorrow AC! Turns out I don’t need floors for plumbing! Floors tomorrow when there’s electricity to saw them! I should probably make this painfully clear, when I say “floors” I don’t mean like flooring I mean like we had to do some maneuvering so that Mizzou didn’t just hop on out. Like I can clearly see the grass, in need of flooring.
I’m melting. There was a lot of time spent in the car today. If the Creatures were better behaved, I would have taken us all to the movies to just have some air. Tomorrow Mizzou will spend the day at the vet. Aretha has given her final FU to the RV and gone back to being an outside cat. She’s just chilling in the little woods across the street. She’ll probably crawl on up through one of the holes when she feels like it. In fact, she just meowed to have me open the cab door for her. The sun has gone down, hopefully the temp will follow. 9pm is within range which means it’s almost bedtime for all of us in the hot tin can! One more night and almost there! AC on the horizon! Indoor plumbing to follow! Seriously, how is this my life right now.
Praise Jebsus of Cheddar Cheese! The generator has arrived! With the hopes of cooler or at the very least circulating air, I’m snagging a shower. The idea of being cleaned has me feeling frisky enough for a game of “stabbed or amazing tacos” then overseeing the driveshaft installation and the awning opening to stop the RV from being a baking tin. If laundromats have AC, that might be my Sunday night plan since I can charge my phone while I’m there. Floors were a ridiculous plan. How am I supposed to cut the wood without electricity? High hopes of tomorrow. I may have the generator, but unless I hit the laundromat, this may be all you hear of me today. Oh snap! Remind me when I have full battery to tell you about the creepiest ice cream truck ever.
Today is the day I’ve been banned for life from Elite Towing. Just a little disagreement, a little miscommunication, and a couple of threats to tow my RV back to their lot. I mean, really, at this point I would have been like “bye RV.” It’s fine, the damn RV is never going to need to be towed ever again.
Aretha might hate the RV the most though. Her safe spot was under the front seat until the engine started when we backed it up. Now she resides inthe farthest back corner face to the wall.
We’ve just got to make it through tonight. Tomorrow we’re snagging a generator! This camping fan is ba-hooey. Genius magnetic tent mounting though. I decided that if fraternity boys can duct tape a human to a wall, I can manage a fan. Not that it can go on the ceiling since the ceiling is about 14 inches from my face. Only an hour and a half until bedtime! Tomorrow I’m hoping for floors, a shower, and a chance to charge my phone. Monday means electricity! By the end of the week plumbing! I’m sure in there somewhere I can flip over to a blog where I can cover boring stuff like water pumps, RV hot water heaters that convert to tiny houses, and such. Couple of weeks, we’ll be seeing housework if I’m lucky. (Which means in like 8 years by my current track record). Just got to make it through tonight!
What did I say last night? Don’t jinx it. Of course I did. The tow guy showed up then left to have his buddy come back. He never came. It got dark and now I’m the worst backyard guest on earth. New tow company tomorrow at $150 an hour. Mental note, next venture buy a tow truck. I realize there’s probably a big gap in the story line from when it drove to Samantha’s to being towed. I’ll cover that when after I get electricity (which feels like never).
There is one huge stress that has lessened. We have Aretha. Granted, now I’m terrified she’ll escape and be lost forever in Summerville. For now, all my Creatures are curled up in the bunk with me which makes it all almost okay. It’s rounding on 9pm and you now what that means! Bedtime. Tomorrow we’ve got an early day of towing and flooring and no luxuries of civilization.
I took my first real indoor hot shower in almost a week. Just like I’m amazed that this all started only a month ago, I can’t believe it’s been almost a week. No one seems to know my address which means I can’t get power. At the earliest, it will be Monday. Without the flooring plumbing can’t be put back in. Someone asked me the other day if it really was that bad, yes. Yes it is. On the other hand someone asked me why don’t tonight I just watch tv and relax?
So decisions have been made:
1.) I’m going to need a camping lantern and a battery operated fan.
2.) I am most definitely going to have a link to donate to help homeless kids. This is rough. I’m going to to stick it out because it won’t be this way forever, but there’s a lot of kids out there who really do live like this. I want to help them. Taking suggestions, I’m going to investigate Carolina Youth Development Center though I don’t know if it covers what I am most concerned about.
There’s nothing really new, mostly I just feel like I need to leave everyone on a better note than yesterday. The rain has sufficiently stopped everything. I can’t move the RV in the rain. I can’t work on the RV in the rain. Really all I can do in the RV in the rain is discover things that need to be fixed. I know it’s been a lot of RV lately and not a lot of tiny house on wheels. It seems like there’s just a lot of going over the same stuff in different ways. All of it getting closer to when the Iron Curtain momentarily comes down (which might be torture for me). You have to be quiet when you’re trying to slip through a loophole.
Fun fact: you thought Pinterest was a rabbit hole, you should check out RV blogs. I absolutely positively have to get on the roof this weekend. Steve from the RV forum said I need to check the mounting gasket for the AC and Bill told me how easy it is to install a skylight over the old chimney. I’ve also decided that if I’m going to get grouped in with RV peeps, I want the old people with matching Hawaiian shirts and suspenders over the NASCAR ones. So Saturday if anyone wants to wear a matching Hawaiian shirt with me or spot me while I attempt to get up on the roof, you’d be more than welcome!
It took 4 days, but it finally happened. I finally sat right up in bed and banged my head. I think it knocked some sense back into me. This morning I woke up with a fire lit and kind of angry. So what if I don’t know how to put subflooring in an RV yet? People are building tiny houses who don’t know what claw hammers are. I got this. Google and I have got this.
Let’s talk about the not fun stuff. I spend an obscene amount of my time crying. Sometimes it’s the obvious like getting a huge splinter when I braced myself from stepping on a missing portion of the floor or from an overall meltdown fueled by exhaustion when wondering really wth am I doing with my life? There’s been a surprisingly amount of crying from texts of people informing how terrible a friend I am being. I get it. I’m being incredibly self centered, I’ve already covered that (see Day 21). Mostly, I end up crying because it’s really hard trying to hear the beat of your own drum when people are trying to drown it out with criticism. In no way do I think what I’m doing is for everyone else. Hell, it probably isn’t even for anyone else. That’s just it though, this is for me. This is me doing what I need to do and making the sacrifices I need to in order to get where I want to be. Some of the sacrifices are short term like splinters and washing my hair after dark with a garden hose. Some of them a little longer term like square footage, belongings, and sadly a few friends. This isn’t all a fun adventure. Words hurt just as much as splinters. Now, if you’ll excuse me, the sun has gone down and I need to wash my hair.