Tiny House for Sale

OMG! Woman repairs thermocouple, then makes dinner!

It’s 7:11 p.m.  Saturday night in the tiny house.  Here and there volunteer sunflowers periscope over the golden toasted grass thatches.  I spent the last few days reorganizing for the big shift (see Oh Shift! Here We Go Again..., posted 8/5/2013), taking pictures, checking caulk around windows and trim, touching up paint, applying finish to the baseboards I’m finally going to install.  Perhaps the major coup of the week was repair of my secondhand oven range, which, for the nine months of my tiny residence, has required inordinate amounts of coaxing in order to fire the heating element.

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Typically, when the propane oven is set to preheat, the pilot flame envelops and heats a thermocouple wire, which creates an electrical charge, which sparks the heating element.  Turns out that the piece of metal that holds my thermocouple just beyond the pilot light was bent.  Thus, the pilot flame fell just short of the thermocouple, heating it only by proximity, taking much longer and much blind huffing, puffing and beseeching of the pilot to fire the element.  Amazingly, with only a few tweaks employing my half-round jeweler’s pliers and a wrench, now, we’re cookin’!

So, why procrastinate a simple fix for nine months? What can I say?  For each vestige of the I-don’t-know-hows answered by eventual action, the temporary blockages grow more permeable.  In part, it's about readiness.  Even when the fix is simple, the tiny victory of it renders more complicated fixes (or shall we say 'shifts') less daunting.  Gradually, I take my regressionary reflexes less seriously.  After all, when I don’t know how, there are others who do.  (Shout out to Bill Andrews whose remote demystification of thermocouple function empowered my diagnosis and remedy.)

So, fast forward to 6:28 a.m., Sunday in the tiny house.  Just finished my scrambled eggs and greens with toast, side of yogurt and a spot o’ tea: fuel for baseboard productivity (I hope).  Covies of morning doves have replaced the robins who moved to greener worm-rife pastures (I presume) sometime in the weeks of my attention lapse.  The doves pick over dry grass for morsels before lift-off en groupe: an uncanny parallel to human activity around the property, which is up for rent, or possibly even for sale.  With regard to my own impending flight—the mighty ‘sell and move to Portland’ decision (see Oh Shift! Here We Go Again… posted 8/5/2013)—I don’t, yet, know the how of it all, but I'm moving forward on faith.  With that, I submit for your consideration the following (you heard it here first, folks!).  Whatever you want it to be, take a tiny moment and dream a little dream with me, and thanks in advance for helping spread the word.

Tiny House (or office, art studio, guest room, dream space, refuge) for Sale!

$38,000 (sales tax not included)

136 square feet

Great Room
Cathedral ceiling, box window seat, reclaimed steel and Milestone entry, iron trivet coat hook, Dickinson Newport propane fireplace

Kitchen
Antique leaded glass cupboards, 4-burner propane oven range, old stove door cook fan cover, bar sink, cabinet storage, under-counter refrigerator, toe-kick drawers

Sleeping Loft
Stowable ladder, dormers with leaded glass windows, gabled alcove

Closet
Clothing rod with overhead shelf, vanity/desk, 2-gallon, electric hot water heater

General
Knotty pine paneling, fir floor & trim, cedar shingles, siding & exterior trim

Notes
Wired for electricity and phone
Bath/toilet facilities not included
Top traveling speed: 25 to (maybe) 35 mph

Shown by appointment only. 
E-mail MightyMicroBuilder@gmail.com or call Angela at (360) 331-3246

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