I think it’s high time to document some of the inner workings of Oliver’s Nest, starting with one of the things that took the longest to fully assemble: the plumbing.
Being a simple system, without water heater or electric pump, I thought it would go together quickly, once I decided on all the parts. Not so!
It took at least three visits to the local big box store and several reworkings to get it assembled. The issue that caused the most problems was not having a normal drop between the sink drain and the waste water holding tank. I was determined to have as standard a system as possible, which included the p-trap to capture odors. The inclusion of the p-trap lessened the already shallow drain slope, but not enough to keep water flowing the right way. The big problem was getting the semi-flexible tube to run properly. It was at an angle that caused the end to want to pop off…once it was even coaxed/forced onto the piping to begin with. I’d read that others had the same problems with this tubing. It’s difficult to work with, but once attached is durable so worth the trouble. I finally searched out my extra hose clamps left over from rerouting the fuel lines and used a couple of those to ensure the tubing would stay put even through the rockin and rollin of the house on bumpy roads. Problem solved?
Well, yes and no. After using one gallon jugs for a couple months for fresh water, I finally stumbled upon the perfect sized and shaped five gallon jug at Fred Meters. Sturdy and cheap too, so I snapped one up with joy. Until I tried to fit it under the sink and realized with horror(!) that the plumbing I’d sweated over would have to be redone to allow the new addition to sit in the right place. Ugh!
So yeah, being me, I put it off for about a week, working up the courage to tackle that damn tubing again. Yesterday I finally confronted it, and wonder of wonders, it went together relatively smoothly. Thankfully, Amazon only sells this tubing in ten foot pieces so there was plenty left to cut the longer piece needed, and is now in its new configuration. Here is the pump I have. This is the water jug I found, and quite a bit cheaper at Home Depot.
Proud pictures follow….
All tight and tucked away.
Everything back in place.
There have been so many aspects of this new life to get a grasp on in the last three or so months, that noting them has to take a back seat. Unfortunately that means that some things I’d like to remember in the future will probably be lost, but I do what I can. Combine a piss-poor memory with anxiety, a complete makeover in lifestyle and helpful/unhelpful medications, and you lose things along the way. It’s ok.
As of yesterday, I have marching orders to vacate by February 20th of this year. That puts the move out squarely in the uncertain weather category. Around here, snow and ice aren’t unheard of through the end of March. Given, understandably I think, that I don’t want to attempt mountain passes under those circumstances, I’ll be looking for a safe place to hang out til it seems certain that roads are clear.
Luckily, I was steered towards going to the Long Beach (ocean) area, where there are several year-round RV parks. Paying to park is not my first choice, but options are limited and hopefully I only need a month or so there. Honestly, staying by the ocean sounds wonderful! This rig has weathered several windstorm with barely any indication inside that anything exciting was going on outside…other than the incredible booming BONK when a pine cone hits the roof, or especially the skylight. It’s impressive how high both Leo and I can jump when we’re startled.
In any case, the ocean beaches will probably be our home soon. Leo will be learning how to walk on a leash there. Sort of throwing him into the deep end. I figure there shouldn’t be many people walking their pups this time of year, so he can get his freak out on with only me and the gulls to witness.
I was directed to a nice summation on viewing out possessions by The Tiny Life. I’m still sorting through and deleting items from my “keep” pile, so it seems appropriate to link it here. I especially like the bit about hanging on to dreams through things. I hope you enjoy it, too. 🙂
This is merely one room of stuff I had to go through when my mother passed away. Now add my own things in and use your imagination. Fun times!?
My closet in Oliver’s Nest, still stuffed full of so very many things.
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….And it’s official. Oliver’s Nest is weather-proof.
To put this in perspective, the rainfall so far this month (16 days in) has been over 6 inches (according to the National Weather Service), plus high winds and lightning. Apparently we got hit by the remnants of Typhoon Songda, and it’s been a great test. Not that a lot of rain is unusual for us here. See that picture? It’s from VisitOlympia.com. We don’t shy away from our weather here.
The house didn’t move. Shoot, it moves more when I walk around in it. I did however jump a few times from the drum-like BOOM of pine cones and sticks hitting the roof. I thought a huge branch must have hit when I heard it the first time, then I realized it’s just the shape of the build amplifying the sound. And the rain fell so hard at times I couldn’t hear the Grey’s Anatomy episode I was watching…had to put on subtitles. 😀 But the Frankenstein’s Monster of a skylight didn’t leak. Not air, not water. All it let through was the pretty light show of the electrical storm.
I haven’t been updating as much recently. Please bear with me, as my mood disorder has me a bit on the ropes.