Water, water everywhere ...

When a drip-drop becomes a splish-splash you have to make sure it doesn't become water, water everywhere with nary a drop to drink.

I had my first lesson in plumbing today (sans the butt-crack thang). The Airstream developed a pinpoint leak under the kitchen sink, which I didn't notice until the carpet in front of the sink became wet (I almost blamed the dog). I quickly shut off the water from the outside, and did what all girls tend to do that have no sense about maintenance - called Dad. Guess I have to do this myself [looking around, nope no man around] - [with the water off this means no hand or face washing, no showers, and no going to the bathroom] - yep, I've got to do this myself.

To the hardware store with a list of stuff to buy (courtesy of Dad [there's a really cool tool for cutting pvc pipe, I now own one]) and back home again.

The whole job took me about an hour - less than 5 minutes to cut away the elbow that was cracked, where the leak was, - 15 minutes to put all together and glue in place -40 minutes trying to open the cans of pvc pipe cleaner and pvc pipe glue.

But it's done, and I did it. I will make this work. I can make this work.

Tomorrow I tackle that damn awning!

Listen to the sound of silence ...

I wouldn't say that I'm an old fart - I listen to alternative, punk, heavy metal, classic rock and I like to listen to it LOUD! Here's the thing ... you don't hear it unless my car windows are down. I guess I don't see the sense in putting in extreme speakers when I'm only in my car maybe 3 hours in a day. I don't believe in forcing my choice in music on others, because I also listen to classical music, opera, reggae and country.

That and I'd like to know when emergency vehicles are near so I can respectfully get out of their way as soon as possible, so as not to endanger myself, the patient they're caring for or the paramedics.


I loved living in my townhouse, the one thing that drove me crazy was listening to stereo's thumping so loud that you couldn't hear the television, your own music or yourself think. This went on 24 hours a day. I don't miss it!

Here in the Airstream, I hear the traffic on SR 13, but the neighbors don't have thumping stereo's - this is my get away, and I smile as I listen to the pop and boom of fireworks on the eve of July 4th. I know that this is an expression of a celebration of our freedom.

I wish you all a very safe and happy Fourth of July!
(from the not-so-old-fart)