BRRP: A Bit of Work; a Bit of R&R

Saturday, 20 August

We — or rather, mostly Mui — did chores today, but we did manage to carve time out for some well-earned R&R. Now, before you chastise me for not helping Mui, you should know that I not only did my own share of work around the Phaeton, but I also offered to help Mui. His response: “These aren’t chores; I’m having fun.” Far be it from me to get in the way of his idea of fun! Methinks that in the absence of the maintenance work that comes with a stix & bricks home, he’s enjoying the maintenance that comes with owning a home on wheels.

We were up early and Mui was raring to go. At check-in yesterday, he’d gotten permission to bucket wash the coach and do a hose rinse-off. He was anxious to get started, but at 6:00a, it was still too dark to do anything. Finally, at 7:12a, he was out the door with his little red bucket in hand, and a promise to keep it quiet so as not to disturb the neighbors.

Since he didn’t want me underfoot, I took care of the breakfast dishes and a few chores inside before heading out for a walk around the campground. It was just getting on towards 8:00a, and there were only a few other souls out and about. The only sounds were those of the birds chirping in the trees. The sunlight was streaming through the canopy in a golden shower that just begged to be photographed … click, click went my little Canon G-12.

Finishing one lap around the campground, I headed towards the camp store. Before I could get far, however, a rusty piece of equipment near the entrance to the maintenance facility caught my eye. With the morning sun bathing the scene in a golden hue, I couldn’t resist … click, click went my trusty G-12. Later, I asked one of the park volunteers if he knew what the equipment was. “I don’t really know, but I think it might be an old mower of some kind; it just appeared there one day,” was the answer. If you know what it is, please chime in with a comment.

The perfect lawn ornament for a maintenance facility!

I may not have gotten an answer to my question, but I didn’t leave the camp store empty handed either. The colorful flowers at the entrance stopped me for a while … and yes, you guessed it … click, click went the G-12 once again.

Continuing down towards the Bull Run-Occoquan trail, I was charmed by the little red bridge that marks the trailhead — a little worn perhaps from all the feet that have tread upon it, and needing perhaps a fresh coat of paint; but eye catching nonetheless. The entire trail is 17 miles (27 km) in length; a bit more than we’d want to bite off, but maybe we’ll hike a short portion of it next time we find ourselves at Bull Run Regional Park (BRRP). In the meantime … click, click went the G-12 one more time.

This scene begged for selective-color processing; so I obliged.

By the time I returned to the coach, Mui was nearly done with washing the Phaeton. The Gel-Gloss RV wash and wax had done a great job of removing the streaks of dirt, but now we had another problem — spots from the campground’s hard water. No problem; his goal this time was to get rid of the grime so that he could do a dry wash using the highly-touted The Solution. The sections he tested the product on are looking shiny-clean, so we’ll have a brand-spanking-new looking Phaeton after he finishes the rest of the coach. But that will have to wait until the tall ladder he ordered online gets delivered.

Next up for Mui was a project he’d been thinking of for a while — installing mesh screens over the furnace vents. Easy-peasy as the commercial says. The screens went up in minutes and Mui put a check mark next to another one of his to-do items. We don’t think this was the entry point for the mice, but if it was — lo siento, you little buggers. Nope; not really sorry about plugging the holes, but it seemed like the thing to say :-) ….

Check off one more project from the list.

Although it was now late morning, the temperature was still surprisingly comfortable. There was little humidity, so the usual summer stickiness was non-existent. A perfect opportunity to try out a handy little addition to our motorhome accoutrement — a canopy! More specifically, a Coleman 10x10 instant screened canopy. Mui had picked it up for a bargain price on one of those occasions when he had to kill time at Walmart. Although we had tested the quick set-up claim, we’d not had occasion to use it before. We can vouch that it does indeed go up in a jiffy — under 3 minutes as the brochure says. (I’ll try to remember to take a video of the process next time we put it up.) I like that it provides a fairly bug-free environment, but more so, I like the UV protection it offers for those times when we won’t have a tree canopy to filter the sun’s rays.

A nifty spot to enjoy our outside time at a campsite.

Of course, with the canopy set up, an al fresco lunch was a no brainer. The campsite picnic table was still wet from the overnight rains, otherwise, we would have placed the canopy over it. No problem; our portable picnic table came to the rescue.

When not in use, the table and its attached benches collapse into a box.

Mui took care of one more project after lunch, but I’m going to write about that tomorrow since the last part of documenting it won’t happen until we return the coach to storage. Besides, it will give me something to write about tomorrow. We have to vacate the site by 11:00a and won’t have time to do much more than chill before we return to the rat race.

Although we snuck inside for a couple of hours when the mid-afternoon heat got to be a bit much, we spent most of the rest of our day relaxing inside the canopy shelter. Thanks to our Millenicom aircard, we took turns checking email and browsing the web. I drafted a few blog posts for our Arctic adventure; now I just need to process photos so I can get the uploads completed. Reading was the other activity that kept us occupied thru the afternoon hours.

(We picked up Cold Recall from the Fram Museum in Oslo. It’s an excellent, quick read that tells the story of the race to the South Pole in Amundsen’s own words. The pictures are all from the slides he used during the lecture circuit that followed his return after achieving the Pole.)

Dinner, of course, was al fresco. By the time we were done with our lasagna and Caesar salad meal, the light was failing and it was time to move inside. Looks like some kind of a camp light may have to be added to our shopping list.

Enough with the pictures; the food’s getting cold!

Aaah! this is the life! Simple. Satisfying.

Uninvited Visitors

Friday, 19 August

While we were on our Arctic Voyage in Svalbard, a family — or two — decided to make themselves at home in our condo on wheels! How dare they!!! Especially since they were mice-tea-partyvisitors of the MICE variety!!! Don’t they know that they belong outside and not inside?

When we first learned of our uninvited guests, we looked high and low and found no sign of any nests. Just droppings everywhere — both in the basement and upstairs. Mui tried a variety of traps, making the 34-mile round-trip drive to the storage facility every other day to check on them. Finally, a week later, the tried and true peanut butter and snap-trap caught an adult. Then, following his nose, Mui found the rest of the family nesting inside our sewer hose. He evicted the family without further ado, relocating them to a distant garbage bin.

Then the monitoring started to make sure we were rid of the little critters. With the basement and upstairs vacuumed, Mui made twice-weekly forays to the Phaeton. One more adult caught in a trap; and no more droppings. More monitoring. Finally, three weeks after the first hint of the invasion, there were no more signs of mice in the coach. It was time to declare a tentative victory in the mice war and proceed to the clean up phase.

We had plans to go to a campground last weekend, but they were forestalled by a work project that required my attention both Saturday and Sunday. While I was working, Mui went out to the coach, emptied the basement, and shampooed and disinfected everything. Then, he went to work upstairs, shampooing and disinfecting the carpet and the sofa. Finally, he plugged whatever obvious entry points he could find with copper wool. Thanks to his efforts that weekend, our post-mice clean-up this weekend at Bull Run Regional Park (BRRP) has the makings of being more than just “all-work and no-play.”

It’s pretty much a straight shot from our house to BRRP.

We took off around noon today, picked up the coach, and headed to the campground. Normally, we prefer the electric-only outer loop as it affords a lot of privacy. This time, we knew we were going to need plenty of water, so we opted for a 50-amp, full hook-up site on an inner loop — #113. At a jurisdiction rate of $41.50 (+ tax), BRRP is not inexpensive, but in our neck of the woods, we don’t have many choices for just a weekend outing. Besides, we like it here, and don’t mind coming back. In fact, if the commute from here to work wasn’t such a headache, we’d stay here for a week or two and pretend like we’re already full-timing.

The parallel-to-the-road sites offer a degree of privacy.

By 1:30p, we were hooked up, leveled with the slides deployed, and ready to get going with our cleaning project. With the slides closed, we’d been unable to have a good look-see inside the closet, so that’s where we started. A few droppings; less than we could count on two hands. No less work, though. Everything on the shelves and hangers went into a bag to be washed at home, and I went to work on shampooing the carpet inside the closet.

Next, flashlight in hand, we peered into the mostly-empty overhead cabinets and the tightly-shut drawers. Good; no mice signs there. Using the freshly laundered linens we’d brought from home, we made the bed and put a check mark on getting the bedroom ready for human habitation. From there, I moved on to the bathroom and Mui tackled the tile floor in the living room.

By 5:00p, we were dead tired, but everything was once again shiny clean. With no evidence of mice in any of the overhead cabinets in the kitchen/living area, we decided not to wash everything that was stored in them. But the decision to wash the dishes and silverware anyway led to an unpleasant discovery. Not because we found out the dishwasher wasn’t working, but because there were dead mice — looked to be newborns — behind the single-drawer dishwasher. They were long dead and easy to clean-up — or so says I who wouldn’t touch them with a 10-foot pole. Thanks for being the undertaker, Mui!

An hour later, with the chores finally completed, we went for a walk around the campground. It was hot and humid, and we were tired, so we didn’t stay out long. I did manage to take a photo or two while we were out, though.

The Red-Spotted Purple butterfly is a species of the North American brush-footed family.

Dinner is over; the dishes are washed, dried, and put away. Mui’s surfing the TV channels, but the only one that is not pixelated is Al Jazeera English. Call me crazy, but somehow listening to Qaddafi’s crazy rants, which is all they seem to be reporting on, is not my idea of good entertainment.

For a while it looked like the forecasted rainstorm would be passing above and below us, but the heavens just opened up. It’s really coming down now, but there’s no wind and no dangerous cells nearby, so I’m actually enjoying the rat-a-tat-tat that’s pounding on the roof. A good-weather day is predicted for tomorrow. We still have some chores to do, but we should be able to carve out some time to relax and enjoy ourselves as well.

Plans Interrupted

Saturday, July 23

We had plans to go out this weekend. Not to explore or do anything exciting, but just to relax in our condo on wheels. And maybe take care of a few — and I stress the “few” part of that statement — chores around the motorhome.

And then the “heat dome” happened. If you live in the US, you’ve heard of this since it’s blanketing a huge portion of the country. If not, the heat dome is a large high-pressure system in the mid- to upper atmosphere that is pushing warming air to the surface and holding it there. I’m telling you, this is no fun.

Local weather forecasters on TV came out en masse this week, doing all kinds of things outside to prove to people that it is hot, hot, hot … they cooked frozen macaroni and cheese on the pavement, baked a frozen pizza on the sidewalk, and fried a couple of eggs on a cast iron skillet sitting in the sun. By late afternoon yesterday, the 102F (38C) high was officially declared as “feels like” 122F (50C) with the heat index.

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this says it all!

With more of the same kinds of oven-hot temperatures and bad-air-quality warnings forecasted over the weekend, we decided to not leave the sticks and bricks. I’m using the time to get blog posts up for our recently-concluded Arctic expedition voyage. I haven’t quite gotten to the glaciers and icebergs portion of our trip, but hop on over to our travel blog and join us for a virtual cool trip (pun intended). The 50F (10C) temps of our pre-voyage days in Tromsø feel awfully good right about now. All of the posts associated with our Arctic adventure will be in the July archives; for background, start here.

P.S. I will return to finish up our North Carolina trip … no worries.

Welcome to the Condo

June 2011

Time to close the loop on the townhouse sale and move to the condo.

After we accepted the offer on the townhouse on 22 April, our minds immediately turned to the next step — finding a place to live for the next 19 months.  Our preference would have been for a small house with a long enough driveway to park the Phaeton.  We knew that was a pipe dream though; especially since we had one major criteria for our temporary home — the commute to work had to be equal to or better than our commute from the townhouse.  So, we turned our attention to apartments and condos instead.

Finding a place didn’t take us long — just a week.  Some might wonder why we rushed into signing a lease.  After all, we had all of May before we closed on the sale.  We wanted a reasonably priced place, with at least two bedrooms (one bedroom and one den would have worked), assigned parking, storage — and the deal breaker: it had to be on the top floor.  We absolutely did not want anyone living above of us.  When we found the place that met all of our requirements, we jumped on it.

We’re on the third floor at the far end of and on the backside of this building.

OK, so if you counted the number of floors in the pictured building, you know that there are four not three floors.  What happened to our requirement to be on the top floor?  Nothing.  You see, the condo is a duplex with the main living space on the third floor and the bedrooms on the fourth floor.

This is the side of the building we’re on; corner unit on floors three and four.
the small balcony is a bonus we weren’t expecting to find in a rental.

Secure, underground parking with two assigned spots comes with the condo.
no more snow shoveling to clear the driveway!

We’ve never had the luxury of extra time to move from one place to another.  Always before, the transfer happened right around closing.  With a month on our hands on this occasion, we took our time.  After our cleaning lady did a deep-clean, we started to take the small stuff over to the new place.  Whatever we took to the condo was immediately unpacked and put away to reduce the number of boxes that would be laying around once the movers brought the furniture and heavy boxes.

Main Floor — Kitchen and Living / Dining Rooms

Master Suite

Guest Bedroom / Study

The distance from the door of our condo to the elevators is 98 steps (the pedometer did the counting).  That’s a lot of steps going back and forth when you’re moving!  But we did it.  And we achieved our goal of having everything unpacked and in its place by the end of the month.

Is the place perfect?  No, but we try not to notice the askew column in the living room, or the other construction details that would not be acceptable were we buying the place.  I’m going to miss having color on the walls, but I can live with the contractor egg-shell blahness knowing that we won’t be here forever.  It is all temporary.  In the living room, we have two too many pieces of furniture, but it beats having to rent off-premises space to store some of the pieces we’re keeping for our “after we’re done being on the road” home.  I’m not one to place furniture around the edges of a room and leave the center empty, but that’s what I ended up doing in the guest room; so be it, at least all the computer cords and cables are hidden from view (and the layout gives me space to do my ironing).

Main Floor — Kitchen and Living / Dining Rooms

Master Suite

Guest Bedroom / Study
(note the sofa — we took one of the two sofas out from the phaeton;
a story for another time and blog post.)

Laundry Room and Upstairs Foyer

So what about the storage requirement we had for our new place.  The condo came with a separate storage room located near the elevator on the third floor.  Mui quickly filled it up with his tools and gadgets.  But fear not, we found plenty of space around the condo for the rest of the stuff.  It pays to be creative (wink, wink)!

We’ve never been “tub people.”  So, Mui built a heavy duty platform over the tub in the master en suite, put up a few posts, and voila.  Hidden behind the shower curtain, no one’s the wiser to how we re-purposed the area.

We also found space in the over-sized powder room.  We put foot-wide shelves in the 13-inch (33 cm) deep niche that runs along one wall, hung a couple of shower curtains, and voila — the perfect place to store paper towels, extra TP, cleaning supplies, and the vacuum cleaner.

Now you see it; Now you don’t!

All settled into the condo, we're ready to make it our home as we continue the countdown to retirement.

X-Stitch: Swans a-Swimming

When I look at this cross stitch project, I almost always start singing the Twelve Days of Christmas …

On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

OK … OK, I know there are only two Swans a-Swimming in this piece, but what can I say — my mind has a mind of its own.

This was one of my earliest projects. It was also the one that took the longest to complete. Not because it was an overly difficult pattern, but because I got bored with the repetitive nature of the leaf trim. Finally, in 2009, I found the kit tucked into the corner of a drawer and decided to just get it over and done with. I buckled down and in less than a week I was taking the finished work to the local crafts store to get it framed.

The colors of this piece would actually work great in the kitchen/dining area of the condo, but alas there is no wall space big enough there. Since the rest of the walls are filled with other projects, this one has been wrapped and placed in storage for now.

Those little butterflies in the corner — they’re my addition to the pattern. Somehow a few small stains had developed on the fabric (probably from being stuck in a plastic bag with some colorful floss). It was either find a way to cover the spots, or toss out the completed project. I think they worked out nicely with the swans and lilies.