This is one of those little towns that is trying desperately to hang on. The summers are wonderful, the winters are not. Three or four weekends a year the town jumps to life. Might be a good place to retire to, but maybe not too.
There is nothing like living in an RV to remind you of finiteness.
Yesterday the valve on the toilet stuck open a bit. I noticed water running under the "front porch." Hmm. That leaky valve filled the holding tank to overflow. An easy fix, but a reminder.
We have a huge propane tank, but no one knows how much it contains. To fill it requires taking the bus to the propane dealer, or having them come to the bus. Either way it could be a couple hundred clams for the gas. The bus has 3 or 4 smallish gas heaters, but since they are 70's vintage, I am not sure thsey are most efficient, so I plan to use electric heat instead.
The only thing I am using gas for is the galley stove. The oven is a microwave/convection device, electric of course. The water heater is electric.
So how long will the tank of propane last? No one knows.
Storage space abounds, but the space and the object do not always coincide. We will develop strategies!
We had 6 people in here watching TV the 4th of July, then someone remembered that there is a wide screen TV and soround sound in the house, so we moved.
Miriam has a cold and coughs too much. She woke me up. The only place I can go when I wake up early is in the living area. That is fine, but where is my trusty old sleeping bag? Or rather, if it was here, where would I store it between uses? Not sure, but i would find a place.
Almost everything is here that is in a house, just a bit smaller, sometimes several bits.
It is all a big game.
That game will get more interesting as we begin to seriously empty our Idaho house and deal with the surplus.
We had a good time camping this weekend. Not without issue, but fun.
Our sleeping bag is a "Twin Peaks" from North Face. It is a warm double bag. It does not zip apart, but is a permanent 2 person bag. The problem is that it is also a little on the small side. They advertise that it is good to sleepers 5' 11". I am 6' even. Then it is a bit tight. Should not be a problem for younger campers, but we passed the younger part a long time ago.
Truthfully, Miriam had a terrible time getting turned over and staying on her side. Our queen bed, or the near queen in the tear is a lot easier for her. Her hair is quite long, and usually that is more than OK, but with that small space, it was easy for me to pull a loose strand and for her to cry out in pain.
So, we came home a night early. I think it will be the last camp trip we will make sleeping in a tent. We do better in the tear, and that is OK.
Here in Washington State, we have to plot a whole new group of campsites. For sure we aren't going into Idaho to camp, at least not very often, but NE Oregon has a lot of decent places and I'll explore those.
We had the pickup pretty well filled *I have a hard shell tonneau on the bed, so the carrying capacity is limited.
Until we get the laundry finished, I am not too sure if I brought enough clothes back, for instance.
This blog began as a spot to vent about my life with Miriam and her time with Alzheimer's disease.
She was diagnosed in '99 and her decline has been quite slow. In fact some of our best years of our long marriage have been these recent years.
Alzherimer's, at least her version is a disease of waiting. One shoe drops and it can be a very long time before the other one drops.
So life goes on.
At the beginning of this blog I told the story of our courtship and marriage, about out family and our personal journey with this disease. The part that scares the most is the anticipation as the disease slowly progresses.
So, I will touch on that subject from time to time, but the entries will tend toward comments on life. I'll leave politics and religion for others to worry about, not that I don't have strong opinions!
I have my hands full just looking after my wonderful Miriam.
We met when we were 6, began dating at 15 and have been together since. We will have our 56th anniversary this June.
We have four wonderful daughters. Smart, independent, awesome. They have given us 7 grandsons and 4 granddaughters. None of them are little any more. The oldest is 28 and married, the youngest is 14.
Until this last fall we lived in a hosue I designed and built in the '70's and it is pretty weird and wild, but very comfortable. Last summer the girls came to the conclusion that I really did need help dealing with Miriam. Now we live on a couple acres with daughter 1.
Life has been good. There is not much I would do different even if I could. We are rich beyond belief but chronically short of cash!
And, unless stated otherwise all the photographs are mine.