Oh man did I let this blog fall to the wayside! My apologies! Once I quit my job in September I hit Mander hard with all the mandering that needed to be mandered. Oct 1st was my deadline to move by and there were some pretty major things I needed to finish before then. That meant I had no time for anything but construction. I was collapsing into bed every night with not an ounce of energy left in me. So now that you’ve heard my excuse, do you forgive me? I promise, I’ll try not to let it happen again. Let’s catch up!
One year, 26 hands, countless hours and $400 later, IT’S FINALLY DONE! Well….as done as a motorhome’s roof can be done. I will probably be crawling up there for the rest of Mander’s life chasing leaks and doing maintenance. But anything I do from now on will feel like child’s play compared to what I’ve been through with this roof. Continue reading
It’s true. If you burn a candle at both ends, you run out of wax. Then you’re stuck in bed with a cold on a beautiful summer day when you should be working on Mander. I’m pretty sure that’s how the saying goes.
Having Mander closer to home rocks! I’ve been going to Kim’s almost daily and making a lot of progress which is super fun! I have to force myself to take a day off here and there because my hands, knees and feet start to protest so much I have a hard time being in my body without audibly wincing in pain every 2 seconds. Let me catch you up with all the stuff I’ve accomplished this month!
3 days. That’s how long it takes me to go from “I’ve made a horrible mistake. Eff this. I’m gonna set it on fire and walk away.” to “Hey Kim! I’m coming over to work on Mander!” It took some tears and a lot of rest but I’m back in the game! Continue reading
The last two trips I took to work on Mander were working towards one goal…moving Mander closer to the cities! Continue reading
“You can’t see it.” “You gotta know it.” “You can’t do without it.” “You don’t wanna lose it.” “You can’t hold it but you know it’s there. Here, there and everywhere.” All true Marcia Griffiths. That jam was playing in my head last week while my Uncle Buster and I tried to get a handle on Mander’s electrical situation. “She sure got the boogie!” Continue reading