Cleaning up my mess of projects that can never possibly be done.

Its a mess, but It’s my mess. All of my tools are readily accessible to venture outside for projects. They overwhelm the corner tile project that has been put off waiting for a time when it’s not freezing at night, for the wood stove; now even more delayed because there are other things to do, and a whole summer of no freezing nights. I have studio quality sound dampening due to all of the exposed denim. The best of all, I can sleep in a bed rent free(not a truck bed).

The necessity of painting the house looms over me constantly. I see a little bit of oxidation here and there on some of the framing nails that have exposed heads. One of these dry sunny days I’ll empty a can of rustoleum that I found while moving my stuff to prevent further corrosion. It will feel like a great milestone to get that done the next couple of months.

I bought the wrong pipe elbows to rig my gutters. This is perhaps why every project lingers so long for me out here. I try my best to make lists, and venture into town infrequently. This is part of my low cost of living lifestyle, and helps me use less fossil fuels. If I ventured into town every time I needed a bolt or some plumbers tape or more caulking, I would be driving to town daily. At it is, I do not in the least look forward to heading to town each time, and am relieved to arrive back home where life is slow and less crowded.

I don’t have a refrigerator, and still rely on the 32 degree nights to soak the cold into my groceries. The cooler sits in the shade all day and keeps things relatively cool. The more volume the better. We are only now, this time of year, getting around to temperatures which are in the sixties. Today the high is 48 and cloudy. This luxury will soon be disappearing and I will be relying on a zeer pot to keep my produce fresh(two unglazed clay pots, sand in between, add water which evaporates through the outer pot-cooling the inner pot). I had problems in the past using this system as the inner pot wants to float, because it is displacing a lot of water and buoyant. This time I went the extra mile and bought bolts and washers to hold down the inner pot. I’ll silicone those soon so the water doesn’t leak out. Another project.

One step at a time, one moment at a time.

Author: Ronjohn

When I take a deep look at my ego, I see that it defines itself as a recreation bum. I ski, hike, rock climb, kayak, raft, sail, stand up paddle, mountain bike, rock climb again. I grew up in Grand Junction, Colorado. I am a vagabond extraordinaire.

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