Nine days into my residency, the shower situation straggles unresolved. Mind you, progress has been made in plumbing and righting the bathtub, which had lain despondently on its side for the last week leaving no room for the RV toilet. The toilet, then, became operational on Tuesday, though I'm still in need of a door to replace the incessantly flapping and transparent Visqueen covering.
Meanwhile, the tankless water heater (shower unit) has evolved into a saga all it's own with leaks at the water intake, outflow and both splines of the garden hose made necessary by the fact that retail-ready hose come in 25 foot (just shy of adequate) and 50 foot lengths (excessive by 45 feet). The good news is that while I suffered sprays and drips from every connection point of the installation and the failure of one utterly substandard, factory-supplied hose adaptor (may it rest in peace), BBQ, propane hook-up for the unit appeared surprisingly leak-free, and, indeed, hot water did issue forth--Hooray! Once I contain the leaks and install a curtain rod, I'll be in business--rub-a-dub-dub.
As I approached the weekend and a forecasted reprieve in the rain, the hardwiring of my electricity supply took precedence in my mind. This would allow me to use all of the outlets in my house for lighting and the two-gallon water heater for the kitchen sink without increased risk of fire. Predictably, however, Saturday morning my kitchen water supply line had frozen. I headed out to breakfast and Sebo's, returning to find that new propane leak had filled the tiny house with gas, as my heater blazed away. When I returned, I dashed madly about shutting of propane valves and throwing open all of the windows, locating the leak at the flare fitting behind the oven range, resolving it in short order with a couple wrench tweaks. Thankfully, the leak--if it had to be--had not manifested while I was sleeping. sigh...
As for the electricity, it was now after noon. With intrepidation (and a prayer to whatever powers that might be listening) I disassembled the outlet boxes under the house, interrupted by intermittent, requisite 'parts runs' to Ace and Sebo's. Ultimately, the failling light (and temperatures) found me still under the house at the end of the day, teeth chattering and fingers numb, wrestling with unruly and obstinate copper wires--until finally, I could do no more with my increasingly useless fingers and attitude. Feeling defeated, overnight bag in hand, I fled the scene for a friend's beach house refuge where there is heat, running water and a hot shower--bless you, Maryel!
Lest you (or I) fear complete demoralization on the journey, let me recount a few of the the tiny giant delights and triumphs of the past week:
- Tub is upright and plumbing, leak-free (astonishing);
- Modest toilet works (insert exuberant happy dance);
- Prepared a lovely dinner of broccoli grabiche and wine using my tiny oven range for the first time (Oh, the luxury!);
- Tiny boat heater has kept me cozy overnight as frost glitters the garden outside;
- Tiny explosion averted from Saturday's gas leak;
- Friends continue gracious offers of shower facilities and moral support.
See you next week!