Wish Me Luck

Hey, I made it halfway to Arizona! The solar system just wanted sun so badly I decided to not head for the ocean first. So far, my truck had a minor breakdown with a $55 bill….and an $850 tow. Wiped out my emergency fund right there, but that’s what it was for, eh? At least my truck is healthy again. Had to get some kinks out of it’s system I guess! The fix was so minor, it was laughable. All the mechanic did was bypass the water extraction thingie and replace it with a bent metal tube. Ah, to know engines….

That was in the Modoc National Forest, in California. The next evening I made it to Reno where I met up with a trucker friend at the Sparks Petro truck stop. Seeing a friend so far from home was great (and weird)! He turned back north and home this morning. But maybe half of the 700 or so drivers here couldn’t go on with their travels due to Interstate 80 closures and chain requirements. That includes little ol’ me. My friend said to me when I asked his opinion about chaining up and going for it, “chains are for getting out of trouble, not going toward it”. Made sense to me!

So here I am, at a huge truck stop in Sparks, Nv. Could be worse; free cable in the tv room, pay showers, laundry facilities, and a safe place to sleep. I’ve made some acquaintances, which is rare for me, so there’s company if I want it. Much nicer than being stranded at the side of the road on a lonely highway, that’s for sure!  Thanks for the memories, California!

But I’d like to continue my journey south. Weather patterns are looking bad through the weekend, so I might be stuck here for days. Please, think thoughts of clear, warm days here for me, and all the other drivers trapped here. 😀 We’d appreciate it.

Posting on a Mobile Device is HARD (but that’s not what this post is about)

I am deeply touched that a couple people have contacted me since my last post, checking in to ask if I’m doing ok. As a very solitary person, I’m not used to that! I used to rebel against having to check in with family and significant others, which confused and angered them. Not at all my intention, of course. I was raised by a working, single mom back when that wasn’t as common, and naturally was on my own most of the time. I’ve read that the term “dorky” might have come from “door-key” (aka latch-key) kid, which makes me chuckle. It would be true in more than one sense in my case!  Hehe.

I took a city bus home from my grade school across town, as it was a better school than my local one. (I remember one afternoon I took the wrong bus and how scared and confused I was! I believe that was when I was in the third or fourth grade.) Add in first a bike then later a pony, and I was everywhere other than at home, sometimes with other kids and sometimes alone. I became fiercely independent and adventurous…qualities not easy to combine with trying to build a life with others, especially someone you’re romantically involved with.

But time has mellowed me, or maybe I finally have enough solitude in a regular basis to appreciate being connected to others. The first message I received surprised me. The second made me stop and think about my connection to people. It doesn’t matter anymore if your friends are right where you are. The internet, and probably especially smartphones, has made friendships seriously viable across the globe. For a mostly-loner like me, that opens up wonderful options for connection. It also means I have a responsibility to keep people up to date. This might prove to be troublesome, depending on my mood, but it’s overall a Good Thing. I don’t hate people – I’m not alone for that reason. So, thanks for reaching out to me. Thanks for saying hi. The little things do matter. I’m good, btw. 😃

Here’s me and my boy, taken yesterday after doing a last adjustment on my scooter carrier. I have some bruises today (need to get comfortable putting my green baby up there) but with this task done I’m ready to hit the road!

He’s a handsome one, eh? Learned patience and tolerance from growing up with a crazy mom. Yay? Silver linings and all that.

One last thing today. My scooter is very important to me. She gives me a somewhat similar feeling to riding a horse, gets an incredible 90+ mpg, and is useful for local trips and errands. I would not be able to finance replacement if she were lost to me. So the very last thing to do yesterday was figure out how to (hopefully) deter her theft. A braided wire cable locked with an uncuttable lock is now wrapped around her belly and the carrier. I also have a movement-triggered alarm to put on her at night. Chances are I’d hear anyone messing with her or the truck anyway, but I figure startling a prowler can’t be a bad idea. I also have a motion-activated light to help convince people to move along. And a bad temper towards anyone messing with my stuff.  Given I literally chased away two attacking Komodors (I used to work with dos for a living and am definitely an Alpha) from a friend’s dog I was walking, I think I can be scary when necessary. I’ve been approached by unsavory men trying to intimidate me and scared them off too. So, funnily enough it’s my stuff rather than my person I worry about. I’m awkward in social situations, but don’t mess with me. Grrrr! 

Thoughts in the Dark

I woke up around 3 am this morning. Too many thoughts going on in my head interfering with my sleep, probably.  But it’s warm in here thanks to my little heater and the abundance of on-grid electricity,  so I got up, made some coffee, and read some blogs written by other people already living the life I’m soon to dive into myself.  Not a bad start to the day.
I’m not afraid today. Not yet, at least. Instead, I have that nowadays rare thing called peace of mind.  Even a tiny bit of confidence.   Used to be I had that in spades.  I miss those days. Refinding that confidence, in myself, that things will work out, that I’ll handle whatever comes up, is my primary goal for the foreseeable future. How I lost it is a long and winding path of a story, and probably not of much interest to anyone, so I’ll just say life got really tough and I couldn’t take it any more.
But it’s been several years since most of those difficult situations had any bearing, and my present status is all of my OWN making.  “I” made the decisions that got me to this reality. That realization and distinction is important. See, it means that I am steering my little ship, not someone else, and especially not the someones who cared not a bit about me or my life or my needs. Or even a someone who does care, but doesn’t understand me, so makes things much worse by their attempts to help. That wouldn’t have been such a problem except that control over my life was part of the caring package.
So. I’d say I’m at a crossroad,  except I come to them so often that they are just another intersection. Nothing momentous in this moment, only when looking back, if I do make a profound change. Won’t know until  the dust settles.

A Great Post On Stuff

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. 🙂

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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!?

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My closet in Oliver’s Nest, still stuffed full of so very many things.  

 

Click here to see the original post over at Mostly Mindful.

Hiatus

Same old, same old.  Weather is keeping me idle, at least as far as building is concerned.  I’ve been keeping an eye on the tarp, and it’s holding, thank goodness!  So the interior is basically dry for when it warms up and I can glue and otherwise lay stuff down on the roof. 🙂

I have been struggling with my mood disorder for a while now….I do believe the inactivity is contributing to the problem.  It’s a hard road sometimes, isn’t it?

I hope your holiday have been wonderful and will continue to be wonderful.

Take care,

Parker

For Lack Of A 2×3….

Oliver’s Nest is this close to having a complete “roof” on it, well, not The Roof, just enough of one to allow easy tarping for any bad weather.  Except for needing a 2×3 for the angled portion in the cabover section, which I need in order to pre-prepare for the second planned skylight.  I could scrounge up enough change to purchase one, but I’m thinking that maybe I should put on another layer of paint, instead.  Also, I need a few more bits and pieces of lumber and plywood, so I feel I should save the gas money for buying it all at once.

I don’t really like to paint.  It’s messy and time-consuming.  So being “forced” to do it is maybe a good thing?  Plus, I can use up a 5 gallon lot of green paint for the under layers, using the gray as the final layer/s (I do NOT want a green house on a red truck.  I am not sorry).  I finally compiled all the painting supplies around this place and I have a ton of it.  Here’s the chance to put it to use!  I hate wasting things, and it’s here…even if I don’t particularly enjoy using it.  There are a lot of rollers, which should make this go faster than the brush I was using before.  I hope. 😉

The kitchen and family rooms are nearly empty.  I ran into a nice group of girls a few days ago who need stuff for their new home.  They happily took piles and piles of things, including nearly all of the Christmas stuff (there was so very much), pet supplies (mostly my mother’s), heaps of kitchen gadgets and dishware, lots picture frames, a bunch of vases, and a wing back chair.  Starting to get a picture of what I was dealing with yet?   It’s starting to feel spacious and … peaceful here.  I admit that some of the stuff that they took

Yeah, yeah, I know.  Gaps.  It's not finished yet. :)  The flashing has been pounded flat to enable the T1-11 and the windows to lay flat on the underlying plywood.

Yeah, yeah, I know. Gaps. It’s not finished yet. 🙂 The flashing has been pounded flat to enable the T1-11 and the windows to lay flat on the underlying plywood.

Doesn't look as weird now.  Can't wait for the two windows and the sheathing to go up!

Doesn’t look as weird now. Can’t wait for the two windows and the sheathing to go up!  The Beast is so tall that my head barely tops the hood. 😀

was mine, and what a relief to have it be gone!  I’m getting close to figuring out what I have room for in O.N. and getting it all organized.  I think I still have too much set aside, but with all this newly-acquired space to work with, I am now able to have it out and see what I really need.  Plus, it’s stuff I really like. 🙂