Saturday, April 28, 2007
I Live in a Trailer House
I’m not sure when you’ve officially broken ground on a new house, but an event that I believe probably qualifies is just around the corner for me. Next Monday, my neighbor (and possibly the nicest diesel mechanic you will ever meet in your life) will cruise over to my place in his backhoe to dig a hole expansive enough to hold a tank that will prevent up to 1,500 gallons of my very own excrement from contaminating the town of Blocksburg. Exciting? Yes! I can’t exactly say the rest of the townspeople are cheering, but my friends and neighbors have graciously offered all sorts of help and advice that has left me experiencing feelings that I usually only reserve for baby animals.
Help happens spontaneously around here, and I have learned to drop whatever I’m doing and accept it when it comes . That’s how I ended up filling propane tanks in one of my cutest outfits over at the Alderpoint Store today. I was on my way to Eureka to replace my cellphone for the second time in less than a month when I spotted the Diesel Mechanic on the road and stopped to chat. Not only did he offer to help me hook up the propane at the trailer where I’m staying, but he also ran an extension cord from his house so I can have power, which means I can order a satellite Internet connection tomorrow. I am a very happy girl. He also brought me a microwave and helped me figure out what I need to fix the water. My quality of life drastically improved in just a couple of hours. Sure, even as I type this (for uploading later at the Worm Lady’s house), I’m thinking about how I should walk up a very steep hill to the outhouse before I turn in for bed, but still...things aren’t too bad right now.
