I’m pretty sure I’m not pregnant, but…

I’m either nestbuilding like crazy or just having a materialism backlash. I actually spent several minutes admiring this cute set of bookends…

Got the grout cleaned up, and tomorrow after shit-shoveling I’ll try to set the kitchen sink in place without smashing the new tile. That’s pretty exciting, but I was almost as happy about how high my firewood pile is getting. Cleaned out the woodstove and laid a new fire, even though it was too warm to actually light it. Spent some time just sitting and admiring.

I’ve often joked that the longer this cabin-building thing takes, the fancier it gets. But $40 bookends really are going too far.

One thing’s for sure: After shivering through last winter in the RV, Landlady’s got nothing to fear about me trying to stretch this thing out through another winter. I wanna remember what it’s like to look out through a window at winter from someplace warm.

Three things left to do before I can move in: Finish the plumbing, finish the shelves (because Click will want her cat ladder to the loft) put up the front hard fencing so I have a safe place for the boys. And I have to move soon enough that I can meet the deadline for getting the Interim Lair off Landlady’s property. That in itself might be quite a trick: What do you do with a horribly clapped-out 25-foot RV trailer? There’s talk of Craigslist, but I think you need a registration before you can get a license plate. I’ve got a neighbor who actually cut a house trailer up with a Sawzall and hauled it to the dump piece-by-piece, but in addition to the work involved I’ve a feeling the weight fees would make that a very unattractive option. Midnight drop-off at the junkyard? Decisions, decisions…

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8 Responses to I’m pretty sure I’m not pregnant, but…

  1. Anonymous says:

    Hmmmm…can Gulchendiggensmoothen dig a hole the size of a clapped-out 25-foot RV? Might give future archeologists an orgasm when they discover it in a thousand years or two.

  2. Anonymous says:

    Three words: scrap-metal dealers. They will come and take anything.

    And even given the condition of the trailer, aren’t there a few things you’ll want to salvage yourself?

  3. Anonymous says:

    My neighbor did exactly that with an old, rotting and rodent-infested pick-up camper at his BOL. Backhoe, large hole, fill & forget it. Not the first one he’d buried either. Landlady might take exception, but it is an option.

  4. Joe says:

    Around here all you have to do is hang a scrap of cardboard with the word “free” on it and the midnight elves solve my problem.

  5. Anonymous says:

    May I suggest your sign read “free FOR THE HAULING” instead…..otherwise you may find a new human tenant in there (that you hadn’t planned on) – no matter where it is you “park” it, no matter how bad of shape it’s in……

    naturegirl (northern NV desert escapee)

  6. Anonymous says:

    Fire.

    Buck.

  7. Anonymous says:

    could you haul it out to the range and use it as a dry ammo shed and/or someplace to shoot out of when it’s cold? or is LL pretty adamant about the ‘not on the property at all’ thing?

  8. Anonymous says:

    Sometimes a local fire department is willing to burn it down for you as a training oppty for their firefighters. They Plan the burn; protect surrounding ‘exposures’; burn; put-it-out; burn; put-it-out; burn to the ground. Make sure they agree to dispose of remains as part of the deal.

To the stake with the heretic!