Our Reality
Here are a few shots of the exterior of the dump in which we live. There would be more, but my digital camera quit working .... shortly after two space heaters, the hot water heater, and the refrigerator, to mention just a few minor items ...
About a year ago I managed to secure pieces of rigid plastic and sheet metal over the main living room window and the back door to stop some of the leakage to the interior. The ladder is still there, in case repairs to the "repairs" must be made. Whatever.
Part of the "securement" is caulk, some of it is bricks and rocks. I don't know what the metal piece over the edge of the roof was meant to be (on top is a flat area about 16" wide), but it makes a dandy rain gutter. I got tired of getting a cold bath every time I opened the back door in a rain. With six critters, there is a lot of door action.
The blue thing in the image is a plastic tray stuck in a hole and tied down (up?) with baling twine to shelter the back porch light. Before that, the light kept tripping a breaker every time it rained. The March 2009 wind finally took the tray. Now the light works fine. Go figure.
Some of the holes are stuffed with scrap pieces of Styrofoam, air-filled wine bags (from 5L. boxed wine - they make great insulation)and pieces of anything else that would fit. Unfortunately, the Elements don't seem to think the stuffing belongs there, and they frequently remove it. The white fence posts, and other rods, boards, sticks and the ilk, are used to hold stuffing and siding in place. It doesn't work very well.When it rains, the exposed fiberglass insulation - what's left of it - gets soaked and wicks the water inside, where it runs across the floors, rotting them further. The floor joists (see below) are black with rot and won't even hold a nail or screw. Consequently, the trailer skirting is falling off, allowing the cold winter air to blow under the trailer. The floor gets so cold not even the furriest dog wants to lie on it.
... Magic carpet ride, anyone?
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My Fantasy Land:
One Small Spot of Serenity
in an otherwise
Alarming
Environment
Kind of impressionistic, isn't it? You can't even tell that's a huge propane tank behind the flower pots ... or that they're sitting on an old spool table.
The propane tank was the impetus behind the pond and garden; an attempt to disguise the ugly dang thing, which sits about 10 feet directly outside the living room window.
Not just ugly - SCARY!
It's all just a blur ... but then, sometimes life looks better through old blurred eyes.
One Small Spot of Serenity
in an otherwise
Alarming
Environment
The propane tank was the impetus behind the pond and garden; an attempt to disguise the ugly dang thing, which sits about 10 feet directly outside the living room window.
Not just ugly - SCARY!
It's all just a blur ... but then, sometimes life looks better through old blurred eyes.
Enough Impressionism in Fantasy Land.
More to come ... the crazy ol' critter lady's pond pix [...I built the pond while in pain with three collapsed cervical discs, five herniated lumbar discs, and carpal tunnel disease ...took months! Wanted to get it done before cervical disk surgery...I must have been crazy, but my oasis makes me happy!]
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