In my off-time I’ve been researching solar and all that comes with it. By “off-time” I mean every moment that I’m not working, eating, or sleeping. That my eyes glaze over incessantly and I have to jar myself awake with all this boring mesmerizing jargon only adds to my next-day beauty. There are the solar panels, of course, and the batteries that hold the power, obviously… then there is the inverter, the link-ups, the brackets and installation methods, the cords and wires and cables, and even the solar generator I found that can serve as extremely expensive backup, and Ooooooh, the math. Lotta solar electricity math goin’ on here. Kinda nostalgic though, reminding me of the one Jr. High class where they talked about OHMS and amps and volts and actual electricity that can kill. My eyes would glaze over way back then, too.
Fast forward to today and all the YouTube videos and the websites hocking equipment and storage, and the lovely, cheerful, helpful sales staff of any one of the suppliers… it’s more than daunting. I guess I feel that, if I watch and read enough, it’ll eventually sink in. Then I’ll be an expert. Want advice? Watch this space.
In the meantime, I work on my RV bedroom steps, painting walls, spiffing up in a nautical theme for the bath, Hollywood Key West Hemingway for the living room & kitchen, and Who Knows What yet for the bedroom…. I guess that’ll be my grand finale.
And I still look for a house or land to make into my new home. Below is a photo of the front door in a house built in 1870 ~ it’s about 150 years old, sometimes how old I feel when I get out of bed too early…
I’ve been offline for awhile, opting out so that I can search for a home. It’s been difficult and it’s been fun but I’m still on the hunt and need to get back to my responsibilities so here is an example of how I’ve managed to be creative while I find that perfect place.
These are the patterns and colors that I’m intending for the RV ~ a sort of Hollywood Florida Key West Hemingway look (the wood would be the Hemingway; if only I had more shutters)
And the first places I’ve used a couple of them
Unfortunately, every upgrade makes the rest of the place look shabby. So I went a little further…
There are now only about eleven’ty more projects I need to do to spiff up the place, but my day gig beckons, we’re taking my dad and stepmom to lunch, and I’m looking at more property this afternoon when we can get some coordinates. Life is amazing, stop looking at this screen so you can go out and live it!
There were tornadoes in the town about 15 miles away yesterday. I recorded a little twister coming down from the clouds. My sister said there was a woman right down our county road whose house was swept away. More on that another time…
My ‘Floornado’ ~ Tonight I’m tearing up carpet again, going about three feet (if that) from where I left off. What kind of DIY hell IS this? Looks so easy on other peoples’ websites and blogs. RV builders build backward from the way a house is built: they put in flooring first, walls and cabinets later. So this crap is STUCK and I’m having to figure out how much of stuck I can live with. Who’s design was this? And who wanted to tear it up like it was a damned good idea?
Thinking of walking all over someone else’s foot juice is unnerving, so getting rid of this garbage is crucial to my well-being. And the cats. And my pup. The pup’s mine; I belong to the cats. Just wanted to clarify that.
It’s late, I’m exhausted, and I doubt I’ll be driving to Houston tomorrow, though I need to. So Sunday it might be…
Here. You decide if this was a wonderful activity or a major disaster.
I’ve been making a few behind-the-scenes changes (back-end stuff) on the website so I’ve opted to include the RV Life updates on the mainpage – for now. Hang with me; between a great day job, unpacking, repacking, renovating-lite, a business course, driving 200+ miles to Houston and back in a day – 6 times so far, plus remembering to eat… and sleep, I haven’t had much time to do anything else. Where’s that simple life I was after??
The latest addition has been my Redneck Gate. The bro-in-law devised a rather clever way to ‘install’ a gate so that the little fence I put up around Stella would be more effective.
At the front of my RV are two medium sized oaks, side by side, and he figured a gate would fit between them. Having done construction most of his adult life, he figured right. He had a couple of gates, brought one over, and BAM, it fit like the trees had been planted for just that kind of service.
A little Northern ingenuity coupled with a bit of Southern engineering, and my mini-farm has itself a GATE! It opens both ways and closes easily so I’m never stuck dickerin’ with it.
Take a gander and bask in awe…