Sunday, August 16, 2009
Trials and tribulations
So the plumbing in the borrowed RV is fixed, and we are once again self contained!!! We do not however have the title for the new Trailer, and no money to fix it if we did. I think all the people with money went on vacation this month. Work dropped off to nil and we had to use up our savings, back to square one. At this point, we are going to save up the required fix it money, and if the title is not available, we'll buy something ourselves. We appreciate our friends giving us the trailer, but I'm not touching it unless we own it. Needless to say we are frustrated. On the other hand, the borrowed RV is for sale, the owner apparently liked having his yard back. We still want a trailer, as this is a little on the small side for a growing family. Worst case scenario, we can buy this really cheap and resell when we have what we want. We basically have this thing on permanent loan, so I doubt we'll have to goto those lengths.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Patch work
Have we mentioned that our current RV has been without indoor plumbing since late May? No? Well, it has. Whee!
There was a crack in the septic (apparently a previous patch that unpatched itself) and in anticipation of getting the new camper up and running, we just haven't bothered to fix it.
However, after two months of no indoor plumbing - which means walking into our Dear Friends' house e-v-e-r-y time we want to wash a spoon, get water to boil noodles, or use the bathroom - we have given in and decided to patch the septic.
I can almost hear the sound of running water just anticipating this change!
Doing dishes! Washing my hand! Peeing! OH, the simple things in life bring the most joy!!
There was a crack in the septic (apparently a previous patch that unpatched itself) and in anticipation of getting the new camper up and running, we just haven't bothered to fix it.
However, after two months of no indoor plumbing - which means walking into our Dear Friends' house e-v-e-r-y time we want to wash a spoon, get water to boil noodles, or use the bathroom - we have given in and decided to patch the septic.
I can almost hear the sound of running water just anticipating this change!
Doing dishes! Washing my hand! Peeing! OH, the simple things in life bring the most joy!!
A note on the safety of our family
We do have a plan. We always have a plan. As much as Wilderheart and I love spontaneity, when it comes to our family's well-being, we thrive on planning.
Unfortunately, in the world of self-employment, paychecks tend to be more... spontaneous. And plans must constantly be rewritten as circumstances change.
We have weathered a great many changes in the past year. Last year this time, Munchkin and I spent a lot of our time weeding our garden, harvesting vegetables and watching traffic pass by out in front of the house. We took family trips to the lake, visited family and friends for summer cook outs, and had a relatively low-stress existence. We could see the dust cloud of uncertainty on the horizon, but I don't think that either of us truly knew how far things would spiral or what tough choices we would be faced with making.
Having just written that, however, I do have to laugh at the concept of "tough choices." Wilderheart and I have never had to chose who would go without dinner so our child could eat. We have never had to chose who will move a thousand miles away for work while the other tries to eek out an existence alone. We have been blessed over and over, and know little of true suffering.
When it comes to the adventure we are currently enjoying, we do have a plan. We have benchmarks and limits and structure to this plan. We will not abandon everything and go willy-nilly off the deep end. Through our great deal of experience having plans go awry, we have B-Z in back-up plans. We put Munchie's welfare first above all and our family's safety second. Our sense of adventure and free-spirited prancing across the countryside is somewhere down on the list, but it would certainly never trump #1 and #2. Ever.
And quite frankly, I would and do take great offense to anyone who would even bring that into question. I am Munchie's Mother. I AM Dracomama. You don't want to see the Dragon come out. It is my privilege to provide her with safety and comfort and entertainment and knowledge. I am blessed to have her in my care.
No decision about our existence will be made without taking Munchie's well-being into account. ABOVE ALL.
Unfortunately, in the world of self-employment, paychecks tend to be more... spontaneous. And plans must constantly be rewritten as circumstances change.
We have weathered a great many changes in the past year. Last year this time, Munchkin and I spent a lot of our time weeding our garden, harvesting vegetables and watching traffic pass by out in front of the house. We took family trips to the lake, visited family and friends for summer cook outs, and had a relatively low-stress existence. We could see the dust cloud of uncertainty on the horizon, but I don't think that either of us truly knew how far things would spiral or what tough choices we would be faced with making.
Having just written that, however, I do have to laugh at the concept of "tough choices." Wilderheart and I have never had to chose who would go without dinner so our child could eat. We have never had to chose who will move a thousand miles away for work while the other tries to eek out an existence alone. We have been blessed over and over, and know little of true suffering.
When it comes to the adventure we are currently enjoying, we do have a plan. We have benchmarks and limits and structure to this plan. We will not abandon everything and go willy-nilly off the deep end. Through our great deal of experience having plans go awry, we have B-Z in back-up plans. We put Munchie's welfare first above all and our family's safety second. Our sense of adventure and free-spirited prancing across the countryside is somewhere down on the list, but it would certainly never trump #1 and #2. Ever.
And quite frankly, I would and do take great offense to anyone who would even bring that into question. I am Munchie's Mother. I AM Dracomama. You don't want to see the Dragon come out. It is my privilege to provide her with safety and comfort and entertainment and knowledge. I am blessed to have her in my care.
No decision about our existence will be made without taking Munchie's well-being into account. ABOVE ALL.
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