Still Showers...

I know. I just posted a few hours ago that I had ordered the showers, so I couldn't complain about the rain postponing the progress of the renovation.

And I have been sitting in the quiet of my tin can home, listening to and enjoying the sound of the raindrops on the metal roof. They are making a sound that I can only describe as a windchime made of tin, blowing in a gentle breeze. My faithful companion, Luna, is dozing at the end of my bed, trying to ignore the fly that keeps buzzing her ear. The old metal desk fan is doing its job of circulating the still cool air here inside. I have the luxury of writing, or perusing favorite blogs, shopping online, reading magazines, or simply doing nothing if I choose. Sounds perfectly idyllic, doesn't it?

I thought so too, until I realized that its been raining steadily for hours now.  Normally that wouldn't be a problem; if I had plumbing in the tin can.

Oh, didn't I tell you that the '72 Airstream, perfect as it is, has no plumbing? Well, it is equipped with all the necessary pipes and valves and faucets, its just that no one can seem to 'fix' whatever is keeping the water from being pumped through the lines and out of faucets and then on to its final destination of disposal.  Even a professed expert of all things "recreational vehicle", after looking at the system for about 10 minutes, declared that it would take "alot of time and thousands of dollars" to repair.

Well, me being me, quietly paid him for his time and waved him off without scheduling the, what I can only imagine would surely cost more than I am willing to pay, repair job.

"Silly man. He doesn't know that I will make do without plumbing. I have a water hydrant not more than 40 yards away that I can hook a hose to and use it to fill containers with water."  In my dreamy state of having just moved into the little tin cottage, I was more than willing to heat water over a campstove to wash with and use a filtered water pitcher for drinking water.  Luckily for me, my sister-in-laws newly renovated bungalow 100 yards away has toilet facilities. So, I have been perfectly content with heating the water when needed, using the facilities in the nearby house, showering across the pasture at my mother-in-law's place, and just making do.

Making do, until now 4 hours later, still raining, I'd really like to use a real toilet. I have to admit that, I have been using my own personal, plastic chamber pot.  Its not porcelain, or vintage, or french, but it works in an emergency. I decided that all this rain was enough of an emergency to not run through the mud the 100 yds to sis's house.

Yes, I admit it; I used the plastic chamber pot. It is located in what is considered the bathroom in the camper, but othert han its location it is nothing like a real toilet. Ever been camping? Ever used an outhouse? Ever used the woods? All are better than this.

So, now I've decided that the emergency is that I need to run through the rain, in my granny dress housecoat and my red wellies and use the real bathroom. 

Oh sure, just when I make that decision, it starts raining even harder.  Oh well, some things are more important than getting wet.  It's not like I'm afraid of melting - I'm not made out of sugar.

I'm certain that this will have an impact on my rethinking the 'vintage' bathroom I have been envisioning for the farmhouse.  Some things just have to be modern!

Off I go...