Tuesday, April 8
It’s not often that the Best Little Trailer is parked next to a free water supply. I ask Rusty if I may fill up my water jugs and, of course, he says, “Sure, go ahead.”
In an effort to conserve water, I haven’t done dishes in a long time.
The dishpan is piled high, along with a stack of dirty pots and pans. I set up my little table outside and heat up a pot of water to boiling. It’s another sunny day in Chino Valley. I pour the boiling water over the dishes, add some cool water, and sit outside washing and drying dishes with Bridget and Spike lying at my feet.
Rusty tinkers with his trains.
Several times throughout the day the crew and I sit on Rusty’s porch where it’s cool, while he fiddles around with track, trains, switches, rocks, and dirt.
He changes the configuration of the track to fit some new ideas. All the while, Rusty talks almost non-stop, happy to have company.
I ask if I may use his shower.
“Yes, go ahead! My house is your house.” What a treat to take a shower in his clean and tidy bathroom. The water is hot and feels wonderful!
Gee, I fill the water jugs, take a shower . . . might as well go for three!
Speed control
Sound system hidden in the tender
“Rusty, the set of curtains over my bed are dirty along the hem where Bridget and Spike rub up against them. I don’t want to put the curtains in a washing machine because they’re white and they might come out dingy. May I use the hose?”
I take down the curtain rod and attach it to the fence.
Rusty has a super garden hose, 100 feet, the kind that lasts forever and never kinks. He tells me he bought it with an Amazon gift card that one of my readers sent him for a housewarming gift.
Here’s that gift in action!
I wet the curtains, rub dish soap along the hem, and rinse them with the water nozzle set at high pressure. In very little time they’re dry, clean and white as brand new.
Stop a minute.
Do you realize you just read about me filling water jugs, washing dishes, taking a shower, and washing curtains? Gosh, this is great stuff . . .
And there’s more!
A few minutes ago I get up from typing this blog post to shut the screen door and the outside door for the evening. When I close the screen door it doesn’t seem to latch correctly. I soon realize we’re locked inside!
It’s dark out and Rusty has gone inside his trailer for the evening and is watching television.
“Rusty!” I call out. “RUSTY!” Gosh, I can’t wait until morning. Spike will need to go outside in the night. What if we had a fire or something? (I don’t know what would ignite it. Dog gas emissions maybe?)
“RUSSS-TEEE!!!” Oh, darnit . . . He’s never going to hear me over the noise of the television.
Hmm . . . What do I have that will make a lot of noise.
Got it! The air horn!
I point it at Rusty’s trailer and give it a rip. Whoa, this thing is loud! I wait a few seconds and give another blast.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!”
Rusty rushes over and I tell him the problem.
He switches on the outside light and manages to get the door open. He puts some WD-40 where it catches. “It’s out of alignment. Tomorrow I’ll file that down for you so it won’t stick,” he promises.
“Thanks so much, Rusty. I’m glad I had the horn. Now go back inside. You’re missing your show.”
The lesson in all this?
Keep an air horn handy. You never know when you might need to blast someone away from the tv.
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