Bumps and breaking it in!

I had the strangest dream… I was without home, transplanted out in the middle of the country, not sure which direction I was headed. Then I awoke to the smell of the campfire. Yes, I guess that means we’re full-time into this. But ahh, nothing beats that perma-bbq smell. I don’t think I can get tired of it. That makes everything all right. Oh, it’s alright, insert some Traveling Wilburys. There are a few adjustments of course… it means we actually have to take care of things, perform routine maintenance and such. In a condo, you just flush a toilet, turn on the stove. This morning, water was backing up into the shower… hmmm, that’s not supposed to happen. Oh yes, the grey water needs to be dumped. Consult manual, ok, pull valve, bingo! We just assumed it automatically drained into the sewer. That is because we don’t want sludge building up. Don’t want to have to deal with that if you know what I mean. The learning curve. And we’ve got a couple pet peeves with this trailer. Number one, the kitchen sink is too shallow, the water likes to jump right out. And we’re not quite level, so it runs towards the oven. I’ll deflect blame for that to the guy who parked the trailer here for us. But we weren’t here to get the run-through. We can blame Cat for that, anytime we’re late for anything, well it takes her a really long time to get in motion. Just watch out when she sets her sights on something and gets on a roll. I nearly forgot my second complaint, until I ran to the fridge for a moment and knocked my head again! The slide-out is too low. That must be at least a half dozen goose eggs. Not tall person friendly… perfect for Hobbits and those under 5′6″. That’s my two cents, the Terry gets thumbs up for a surprising amount of living space in a 27′ trailer. We all know the outside and under the awning is the best part. We put an addition on our site… a screen house. Leave the renovation rackets for the condo dwellers. Quite nice for mosquitoey nights and it only set us back $40. Check Canadian Tire. Until next time, enjoying the barbecue some more.

Sunday, July 9, 2006

Bryans Journal

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