All these little things happen. Nothing big enough for a whole post, but little things.
Bro threw up on my 12v frying pan. It was yucky puke and it went all down in the electrical housing. I just threw it out. I was on my way to the big scary city and I figured I could find one there. But I couldn’t. It turns out there’s nary a twelve volt pan to be found in the whole state. I have trouble ordering things on the internet. My shipping address is always different from my billing address so that they think I’ve stolen my credit card. Finally I decided to just order it from Amazon and make a trip to my billing address when it got here. It still hasn’t gotten here and I haven’t been able to fry up any meat or eggs in weeks.
When I turned the van on yesterday there was suddenly a clicking noise. Click-click-click-click. Like a bad relay. Or solenoid. I can never keep them straight. When I turned the steering wheel it got worse. Clickclickclickclickclick. When I opened the door it stopped. I checked out my electrical diagram, looking for a relay in the steering wheel that was related to the door buzzer. Electrical diagrams are no fun. I decided that today would be the day. I’d rip open the steering column and go at things with my voltometer and find the problem. This morning when I started the van the clicking was magically gone. At first this made me nervous, but I checked it out and everything still works. So I think it was a relay going bad and now it’s gone bad but everything still works so it’s okay.
I got rid of two pairs of pants. One that was splattered with paint from the bus and finally sprung a few rips, and another that had blueberry stains. There has been a great unbalance in my jeans lately. See, normally I have one or two pairs of tight and sexy jeans with a touch of class for when I walk into a new strip club or when I’m hanging out in a town where my every appearance is an advertisement. Then I have a pair or two of bummy woodsy pants. I like them kinda loose, but not baggy. They feel sexy if they kinda swish around my hips. Lately tho, it’s all tight pants and no bummy pants. This is cause I couldn’t find any pants in the thrift stores this summer. So I finally resigned myself to paying $20 for a brand new pair of pants, but when I got to the store it turned out that brand new pants are more than $20. Except for the sexy tight ones. So I got a pair. Then I had two sexy tight jeans and two bummy sweat pants but no bummy jeans. Today I went to the labor day sale at the thrift store and got two pairs of bummy woodsy jeans. It’s great.
I’ve been inspired by all these stories of people who can open their back doors and sit on their beds to enjoy the river/ocean/whatever. I’ve also been inspired by Heather’s bamboo floors. The bookshelves are seeming a little less necessary, and I’m considering a whole new interior design. Except that my design is really good for winter. But I probably need to make more room for heat storage (and maybe production) too. So it’s confusing like that.
I got a sewing machine! It’s an old fashioned shuttle bobbin and I got it off eBay for like $30. It has some issues, but it basically works great. The thing I’m learning tho, is that you can take your sewing and sit anywhere and sew by hand and people think it’s cute and quaint. But if you haul out a hand crank sewing machine from the 1800’s and sit around sewing with it, it attracts a lot of attention that isn’t really good.
I hope this isn’t really boring for people who don’t live in vans.