Its only been about a week since I wrote that last post. Buried in the low voltage depression of some dark grey winter days. It even had The Wife writing to me about sounding down and out. But today it is better. Today is Fat Tuesday.
Mardi Gras. I don't think that my better mood can be contributed entirety to that amazing margarita I just had. But it does have me thinking about warmer places. Drinks with umbrellas. You know, the big decisions in life. Pink or lavender with this one?
It certainly can't be the weather. We are back into an arctic freeze up again. Twelve degrees below zero last night with wind. The furnace ran a lot. More by luck than good planning I parked nose into the wind. I don't know how much difference that makes in heating costs but it is great the house doesn't rock around so much.
Ah, but they do make a fine margarita. It is a pity it is fourteen dollars though. |
Living spaces, no matter if they have basements or wheels, are trouble and expense though. Last night my inverter made an unhappy electrical noise while I was running the microwave and it stopped working. No lights on the control panel, no lights on the inverter itself. I checked the circuit breaker and it wasn't popped out. I unplugged it and plugged it back in. It did not recover. When it is below zero and windy that is as much trouble shooting as I am willing to delve into. But I am concerned what this means in this day of disposal appliances. That was an expensive item. Four hundred fifty dollars on Amazon. On top of this, it was a bad match for me and I never liked it… Still, I am not looking forward to replacing it.
Looking up into the fender, you can see it is about a quarter full of ice. Hitting it with the car wash pressure washer melted it back. |
By Sunday morning it was totally froze up. None of the doors would open. I had to take a heat gun to the passenger side door which would at least unlatch and open not quite an inch. Blowing hot air into the crack on the hinge side of the door, eventually I melted enough ice in the pocket of the fender so I could open it enough to squeeze inside. From there I could hit it with more heat. Once the one door was more or less operational I took it off to the car wash to melt out the remaining doors. I ended up soaked from rebound water. Big job at the self serve. Twenty nine dollars. The most expensive car wash of my life.
Signs of an ongoing project. A path down the middle, from bulkhead door to bed. |
But I tell you what, and I think is at the root of my happiness. I woke up before my alarm this morning. Looking up I noticed… Light in the skylight for the first time this “spring”. The days are finally getting longer. My solar panels can work more and my batteries less. I will have survived two winters of living in my van.
The ice block at my back door. Opening the door further would have broken the plastic body material going around the corner from the side of the door to the back. |
Stuff, stuff everywhere! |
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