Category Archives: Daily Living

Life in a house

Yes, yes, shocking how long it’s been, I know. Frankly, if you’re me, or if you’ve been following for a while, it’s probably not that surprising…what can I say, there’s a lot going on in my life.

Anywho, I’ve just had wisdom teeth pulled, and so am laying in bed all weekend. I got to thinking about this space and what I’d like to do with it…

First, I need to actually make that video walk-through I keep promising you all. It’s coming, I hereby promise. (Adding hereby to the promise makes it serious.)

Second, we’re obviously not 100% finished, but we’re finished enough that I’m  not living in frustration, which, frankly, is pretty good. As we complete new projects, I’ll document them and continue sharing. This year, we’re planning to scrape the rust from the outside surfaces and paint the house a normal beige-y color. Later in the year, or maybe next year, we’re going to put a very basic roof on. This has to do with some dripping we’ve experienced, which I’ll post about later this week. I’ll keep you all updated on these new, bigger projects.

Third, I want to evolve this space into an ongoing conversation about what it’s like living in this space–people’s reactions to it, unusual experiences we might not have in a typical house, etc.

If there’s anything specific I can answer, feel free to reach out!

Thanks for reading–

L

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Moving in…sort of

I’m so embarrassed at how behind I am on updates. I’ll take a video tour for you in the next few days to update you appropriately. Since our last update, we’ve:

  • Finished all insulation
  • Finished the cedar on the walls
  • Installed all doors
  • Installed rafters on the ceiling
  • Sanded and sealed the floors
  • Installed outlets to complete the electric (more or less–there’s still lights to be put in a few places)
  • Installed the closet
  • Moved in living room and bedroom furniture as of yesterday

As you can tell, things have been a little busy. But the big news is–tonight is our second night to sleep inside! We don’t have the bathroom or kitchen finished, obviously, so we’re still running over to the camper for bathing and cooking needs. It’s right outside the bedroom though, so it’s not particularly inconvenient.

It’s such a pleasure to be in my own bed. We bought a new mattress, and our bed is a king, so the comfort level at this point is a marked improvement from camper sleeping.

A few notes:

Closet: We elected not to build our closet in. Instead, Scott welded brackets to the wall where we wanted the closet zone to be. We hung a clothing rod from those brackets. It sounds a little odd, but it’s working well so far. We might hang a sheer across the front if we decide the clothes being exposed isn’t what we want.

The space: Now that we have furniture in, I’m pretty happy with the dimensions of the space. Our living area is just right for our couch, overstuffed chair, and entertainment stand. There’s also going to be enough room for the wardrobe I’m putting in for winter jackets, umbrellas, and boots, without things seeming crowded.

There’s a nice open space against the wall separating our bedroom from the living space. Don’t get me wrong, we’ve still got some clearing out to do as we continue moving in (and moving out of the storage unit), but we’ve never been big clutter-collectors, so I think we can keep the minimalist vibe going.

I feel like I’m in a palace. I can’t begin to tell you how much space I feel like I have.

A new friend (?)

I lied. There are not pictures in this post. There really is welding going on, and I hereby promise there will really be photos this weekend.

Scott and I were outside late one night earlier this week (by late, I just mean after dark). He was welding, and I’d come outside to look at his work. I noticed a truck stopped in the road across the street from us and called our dog over to make sure she didn’t get too interested in what the driver was up to.

Well, turns out the driver wanted to talk to us about where we’d gotten our containers, as he’s looking for some. We told him, and of course the conversation meandered over to what we were doing with them–he immediately jumped to housing. We obfuscated, saying they were just storage for now.

We’re not fibbers, but it’s also not something we want to advertise to strangers, despite what this blog may indicate.

I asked if he planned to do a container home, and he said he’d like to, but he’s just looking for some initial storage.

At that point, we admitted we are in fact working on a house. He totally understood, saying it’s not everyone’s business and he would have understood us not telling him.

I sometimes am struck by things I really appreciate about living in the country. One of them is the idea that what you’re doing on your property is your business… Another is that a guy will just stop to chat and end up telling us everything about himself–his name, where he lives (exactly), where his parents live (exactly), and where he works (you guessed it–exactly).

Laundry

You know, I like to consider myself resourceful. Able to take on any challenge. Creative. Capable. Awes–

Um. Anyway. Back to the point.

When we first moved onto our property we had no way to do laundry. We had water, and we had a washer and dryer in storage, but there was no water line (just a water hose from the pressure tank in the well to the camper) and no wiring for electricity. We did have a cinderblock outbuilding which was structurally very solid, but which desperately needed a new roof.

I, being the sweet and slightly delusional wife I am, told Scott, “I can wash our laundry in a bucket. Plenty of people do it. It’s summer, so I can just hang the clothes to dry. You have plenty of other stuff to do without dealing with hooking up a washer and dryer.” I mean, my grandmothers grew up doing laundry by hand. Hard, sure, but just a part of life…right?

Picture this: it’s May, so summer-ish. I have a whole load of regular laundry to wash. I have a bucket. I have an old concrete foundation by the well house that I think will be perfect to set up on. I fill said bucket with water and a little soap, put the clothes in, and agitate for several minutes, then leave them to soak awhile. After a bit more agitation, I dump the water, add fresh, and agitate to remove the soap.

Problems: I am soaking wet within three minutes from a mixture of splashing water on myself and the summer humidity of Arkansas. There are bugs everywhere. There is vegetation everywhere, and I can’t figure out where all these rusty old-fashioned nails on the ground came from (I’ve had a tetanus shot, thank God), and did I mention that I have a bucket of wet clothes I need to hang on a line? Did you know clothes that have not been spun in a washer are heavy? Yeah. Like they weigh down the clothes line to within an inch of the ground, and I’m trying to figure out how to keep the dog from grabbing a pair of my lacy unmentionables and running off. My clothes line, along with my very obvious camper, is also just in sight of the road, so I’m trying to determine where exactly we rank on the redneck scale and whether putting my nicer pieces of clothing on more obvious display increases or decreases our score.

Note to self: Your grandmother may have done this, but folks used to own way fewer articles of clothing. And they were washed less frequently. 

Ring, ring–

“Hey, baby. What’s up?”

“Yeah…about me handwashing our laundry. I just did a load, and I think I was being unrealistic about the chances of that happening often enough to keep us in clean clothes…”

“Oh, I know. I’ve already got the washing machine in the truck. I’ll get it hooked up within a few days.”

Good man, my husband. Smart too.