RV Frustrations, but it will be just fine, some day, I hope soooon

Does anyone want to read about my RV frustrations?  I doubt it, but I must write, the only slightly unusual thing about my scribbles is that I am a young 75 year old single woman doing what I can to have a good life on my own in a 27 year old class C RV called GG which provides plenty of frustrations for me.

It’s just that things don’t work as they should, or did, either in the RV…… or in me.

I try to remain respectful of our mutual aged-ness.

I set my foot carefully on the top of the couch back,  I leap up and hoist myself up to my loft, (over the cab) I can sit crouched low or prone  because I have no head room to sit upright,  but it’s a comfy place to read  just lying there, flat with the ceiling 10 inches  over me. IMG_0188

The temperature  between the loft and downstairs is not the same as heat flows up and at night I set the heater at 68 so it doesn’t overheat the loft where I sleep, until I need a bathroom break and climb back down, (I’ve only slide down abruptly a few times, (no damage, a few more scuff marks on my thin skin) and its darn chilly downstairs and cold in the bathroom…….

oh, the bathroom, that is a frustration.  It is so small, it should be an easy place to maintain and decorate but it is a tiny room mess.  I had the big heavy broken mirrored useless shelf system removed and it left a  pock marked cardboard-like wall that I’ve tried to fix. I sprayed the wall and got a mist of paint over everything, not a good idea.IMG_0220IMG_0218

I wanted to add my art tiles on the wall similar to those I put around my bathroom door but some of the tiles had resin drips on the back so they didn’t lay flat and the wall was not flat either, probably never was flat or smooth.  The adhesive I used was great around the door and is the same I used for the floor tiles but what a mess they made on this wall. Everything was sticky everything that I touched was sticky and the tiles just kept falling down.

I  tried again and again to keep those tiles hanging but finally gave up and hung a painting beside the few tiles that remained.  Some tiles were place holders for new images, the other tiles were such a sticky mess I had to toss them out… and they were very pretty tiles. Now I’m thinking to put up some wall coverings or even plaster the wall. Days later and the wall is still sticky.

Then my fridge stopped working.  It hadn’t worked on electric power for me at all but was working perfectly on propane, until yesterday.

Called an expert, he said it had 27 good years.

RV fridges are very expensive as they run on both electric and propane, they run about  $$1700.  It was suggested that I just get a regular fridge one that only works on electric , less expensive but it  would  tether me to RV camps, unable to camp without amenities on public lands.

I did not start this life’s chapter to live in a campground where you are one of hundreds of rv’s parked close together. NO

So I started looking for used RV fridges, RV parts, and finally went to ebay and found a slightly damaged new RV fridge at half price, it will cost me about $1000 to get it, have it  shipped from Waco TX and installed but I think I found a good deal. OJALA ! (which I  exclaim in a most ungodly manner)

Have I mentioned that my hot water heater is down again?

But my oven works

And my smoke alarm works again and again and again.

On Homelessness

Some people say people shouldn’t sleep in their cars.  Why is that do you think,

where should they sleep is they have no home and are lucky enough to have a car to sleep in??

Now there are statutes that say it is against the law to sleep in your car.

What about sleeping in my rv?

This is my home, that doesn’t make me homeless even tho I sleep on wheels

Owners of RV parks say we should sleep in  their parks, not in the street and they charge  too much  to just sleep there overnight.

If I am homeless where can I  spend the night ?

Maybe we should be planning inexpensive housing instead of lining political pockets at the expense of the nearly homeless.

Maybe we need public bath houses with hot water and soap and potta potties for those homeless via just bad luck.

It can happen to just about anyone and is happening more often than ever, and it seems it won’t get better any time soon, our social fabric has been torn leaving many families and children  fragmented and forlorn.

What is the answer?

I Have One Solar Panel- is it working?

IMG_0018I have one solar panel. Not sure if it is doing anything for me as I don’t know how to read the gauge. I think it is a simple thing to do but I haven’t read enough about this type of monitor to understand how to use the meter yet, but I will soon, it’s on my ‘list of things I need to learn’ soon. together with  my hot water tank, why some lights don’t light and did I ruin the whatchamacallit, does it  matter that I removed the TV?

My baby needs to be washed and waxed, that’s going to be tough to do as she is taller than I am.

GG needs repairs to the damaged exterior that I made getting too close to something.

I’ve knocked down two mailboxes and backed into a park electric and water post. That was dramatic, I was almost in tears, didn’t notice anything until I got out of the truck and saw the water spewing up in the air. I do have a backup camera but it was almost dark and didn’t help me.
I had a tire monitoring system for my tires but both men that worked on my rv laughed and said all I needed was the simple air tester and sold me an extra long one to reach the inside tires.

One less thing to think about, plus I have brand new tires.

Questions I ask Myself about RV living


Regrets I sometimes feel:
Buying my RV
I should have waited a little longer and gotten one not so old or needing so much upgrading.

The good thing is the low miles for its age. I paid too much and I’m needing expensive upgrades to get it to where I felt confident to drive and live in it.
Why am I having so much trouble painting the RV? I don’t like what I’ve done so far.
I need to learn about the propane why it doesn’t work? is it empty?

How does the fridge work on propane?

Where do I get it?
The dark tank is stuck, can’t empty need a new fixture? Probably an expensive fix.
Sew curtains ?
Move mattress up top?

How to start the fridge?
What do I do about the water?

Why don’t I have water,

how to clean to water tank ?

Should I switch my light bulbs?

So when I’m hooked up to a campsite I have running water but it doesn’t fill up the fresh water tank?

That is a separate tank?

What have I done to the furnace, is it recoverable?

How am I going to finish the floors, he started replacing the carpet (thank you) with wood but didn’t finish the job and all the hard parts aren’t finished.

I’ll need heat, no where is there a 70 degree temperature where I can live and not need heat or cooling.

I only have cold water, reminds me of living in Darien and waiting for the sun to heat the water before showering, that won’t happen here……..or maybe it will. But not where I am now.
A world of questions, but I’ve done difficult things before and I’ll figure all this out too.

Angry Trucker Wants My Parking Spot!

My first long distance trips to Virginia and South Carolina were made to see family, show them my rig and my determination to live this nomadic life style. I wanted to see them to tell them I love them but probably won’t see them for a few years as I’m going  west. They were able to see my rig and I was able to reassure them I would keep safe.They can see when I am moving via  this app 360 on my phone.

I stayed with them while visiting but getting from here to there I stayed at truck stops and corp of engineers campgrounds. and once I parked at a busy intersection parking lot knowing it was a busy traffic area and doubted anyone would care about this little RV parked there. I’ve considered all the things that can happen  on the road and that I am comfortable with this decision. And now they are too, not that I tell them everything!

It hasn’t been easy or cheap to get this rig road ready. When I first drove it home the alignment was so far off the steering wheel was upside down, very scary to drive and expensive to fix but all is good now and I have 6 new tires, and good brakes.

I had somethings removed and other things added. The couch that opened up for sleeping was impossible to sleep on and was removed leaving a space I wanted to use for storage or book shelves. But removing the awful couch left me with another problem.  The coils of the furnace laid on top of the fresh water tank which was under the couch    As I plan to look only for 70 degree weather (where?) I tore them out , book shelves seemed more important than warmth…of course that was what I thought while  sweating in the heat of Dallas TX.   This has been the worst problem   how to brace shelves to the wall of the rv. and not have them falling apart whenever I turned a corner.

This problem of everything getting tossed around  while I’m driving is  is ongoing and I  need to pack stuff up tighter.
Finding places for my stuff has lead me to have less stuff and I can still weed through stuff.. I’d rather have less clutter than more stuff.

Driving without a plan makes finding a safe place to park for the night chancy. So far I have had an idea where I wanted to stop but on several occasions I left it for too late and felt a bit of anxiety before finding a spot.That and keeping the gas tank half full at all times have contributed to my major moments of anxiety especially when taking the scenic route instead of interstate highways where there are plenty of gas stations along the way.

Truck stops are good though truckers are not happy when rvs take their space and that can be difficult if the truck parking spots are full. I had a trucker swear at me and insult me and my  mother loudly because I stopped at a safe state rest stop  with signs posted where trucks and RV should park, happy to see  one spot left and pulled into it. Minutes later I heard this trucker behind me yelling rude insults for me to get my &^%%$. to get out of his way. Mind you I had a right to the spot but I moved rather than deal with the angry, probably tired, trucker to find some place else to stay the night.
One afternoon it was getting late and raining and from the highway I saw a sign for a Crackle Barrel that allows RV’s to spend the night in their parking lot. I turned into a busy city to find the Crackle Barrel but I couldn’t locate it and found myself driving into an area best avoided and got back on the road and found a nearly empty truck stop. I wish I could remember where I was, maybe Mississippi. It was clean and pleasant and I’d give it a 5 star rating, I can look at my gas receipts to find it, other than wanting to rate them I have ignored my gas expenses because they are out of my control.

Why stress about the cost of something you can’t do without.


APC_0024.jpgAs we age,  we look, feel and act differently than we did when younger,  do we have lower expectations of ourselves as we get older.?

I wonder about it because I’m not sure

I find myself diminished by my age.

I try to greet that old woman in the mirror with a smile, just before I put my teeth in my mouth and scold myself for the  need of a bridge

I’m having trouble finding myself.

Who am I now in this phase of life, no longer a nurse, no longer a spouse, a mother not needed and even in the way, without a lover or friend.

A time to contemplate and refresh, but I find myself filling my hours with busyness.

I like my busy-ness, I like making, but is it an escape from thinking  and making decisions?

I have a comfortable space with no real problems but those I invent in my mind.

Torn between staying in my comfort zone or reaching out for more, more opportunity more social interaction, more satisfaction, or remain where I am, where I can help my daughter  while my soul dies quietly in the basement,

Mi Professor

Mi Professor

Su Devoción

Su Energia

Su Modo Positivo de Pensar

Su pasión de la Vida

Sus palabras “Piensa mas grande, Katy”

(Palabras que yo paso a mis nietos)

Recordado con Frequencia con una Sonrisa

Lastimente Perdido

Mi  Amigo.

Te mando saludos, donde seas amigo.


Notes from a Friend

I can’t seem to add a comment that was made on my facebook page or sent to my email, seems they have to be added here under comments.  so I’m adding Janet’s comment here.

Comment: Living in El Real was the most amazing experience of my life – (with the exception of birthing and raising my children, of course)! As you mention above, Bob an I spent most of our time upriver, working with the Choco Indians. We had several projects in El Real, however, the most successful being an English class. One of the students went on to work with the Smithsonian Institute, at Barro Colorado Island, attributing his ability to get the job to his English-speaking ability. He is now retired. I have seen him three times through the years since leaving Panama, and he calls me every couple months.Time: January 13, 2018 at 9:51 am

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