Home Sweet Motorhome

Hey y’all!  So, the last time I posted, it was a piece my husband wrote about scammers on Facebook Marketplace falsely advertising top-notch motorhomes and RV’s for ridiculously low pricing. 

Today, I’m writing because we finally made it happen.  Yes, we bought our motorhome!

This week has been so anxiety driven and action packed, I’m simply glad we were able to accomplish the enormous task. 

Hubby and I have been scouring Facebook Marketplace for what feels like months.  I swear to y’all, I was checking the site 5, 6, 7 times a day just to see if anything new had been added, and I was rechecking motorhomes and RV’s which we’d already read over deciding not to inquire.  Well, last week, hubby found this one, a 24ft with 2 sleeping areas. 

So, through the weekend I enquired with the seller, first making sure it was still available, exchanging numbers for better communication, and finally, arranging it so that we had a ride to go and look at the motorhome. 

On Monday, my dad and his wife agreed to take my husband, daughter, and myself to go and look at it; just under an hour to get there, and the same to get back.  The motorhome looked just as it did in its pictures, the interior is needing some work, but no more than we can handle, and my husband started it up.  It cranked over like a beast on the first try. 

On Tuesday, the guy selling it was nice enough to help us out a little further, and personally drove the motorhome to us though Hurricane Ida was making her way through.  I was browning some ground beef to make chili when I happened to look out our kitchen windows and saw our motorhome drive by on the next road over from ours. 

The only detail I don’t like about the motorhome interior is its carpet.  I hate carpet.  I hate carpet.  Did I mention, I hate carpet?

On Wednesday, after I finished with my scheduled classes for the morning, my husband and I tackled face first into the next project… ripping the carpet out.  We spent that afternoon and Thursday afternoon ripping carpet out and removing the trash accumulated and left behind by previous owners. 

Sorry, it’s not the best, clearest photo of the carpet before I tore it up, but you get the idea that it had to go.

On Friday, I admit I didn’t do anything with our motorhome.  Instead, I taught 3 scheduled classes, took a nice long nap, and then proceeded to do very little through the rest of the day.  Everyone needs a day off from working and I was more than exhausted. 

Same general area as previous photo, but after I ripped the carpeting out. We’re going to put down water resistant wood laminate.

I’m hopeful that next week we’ll be able to get it properly tagged and titled as well as install new flooring in it.  Once the new flooring is in, I can properly scrub everything inside, from top to bottom, then proceed with the details of minimizing our belongings.  We’re not hoarders, but we do have a lot of things, most of it being in the media department.

I said we had a lot of books.

So, everything has been a process, but we’re getting there… one day at a time.  I know it’ll all be worth it once we’re moved in and settled. 

As always, thanks for reading y’all!

Update: Quarantined to Protect, Writing To Distract

Hey y’all!  I don’t know how all of y’all are fairing, whether you’re required to work outside your home, or if you’ve been able to turn the tables and work from home, whether you have children home from school, or you’re children were already in online school, or whether you’ve chosen to follow the quarantine regulations, or not.  I wanted to touch base with y’all, and let you know I’m doing well, my family is doing well, and we’re taking every precautionary measure we can to keep well.

Sometimes I feel like I’m overreacting, cleaning too much.  Other times I feel like I’m not taking the Coronavirus serious enough though I know I am.  The last time I went shopping was last Friday, March 20th, and I took a pair of nitrile with me and put them on as I was walking into my local Walmart.  I took extra precautionary measures grabbing a few disinfectant wipes as I walked by one of Walmart’s many stations, and sanitized my cart the best I could before I began my shopping.  Not once did a I touch my face and I tried maintaining a certain distance from others while shopping.  I was not surprised by the limited stock on most of the food shelves.  Things went well, until I went to checkout.  The cashier who rang me up, she asked me about my gloves, and informed me I was now carrying germs with me on those gloves.  Just so you know, she was not wearing gloves at all.  She should have been.  To make matters more uncomfortable, I was buying a 12 pack of Pabst beer, and she needed to ID me.  I don’t mind showing my ID, but I specifically held my license so all she had to do was look at it to type my birth date in, but what did she do?  She took my license from me, using her ungloved hand, after saying something about my gloved hands.  My honest opinion, she should have been wearing gloves and a face-mask if she has no choice but to work in the public.  With the Coronavirus at large, no one should be questioning people wearing gloves right now.

This whole mess has me nervous, mainly because it scares me to death my husband could come down with it.  With his heart condition, which he is receiving disability for, I’m afraid of losing him.  I nearly lost him in 2015, when his heart condition occurred.  Granted, it happened because he had a mouth full of bad teeth and had them surgically removed all at once, causing the poison from his bad teeth to seep down into his body and attack his heart.  I know there are people recovering from this nasty virus, but I still don’t want him, or anyone in my family, to come down with it.

This is why we’re taking every precautionary measure we can.  I do any shopping solo.  Once I get home, we go into full disinfecting mode.  Shopping bags go on the floor until we unpack them.  I spray what I can spray, wash what needs washed, and we put away.  We throw all the plastic shopping bags out, I spray all surfaces down with cleaning spray and do a wipe down of the counters and kitchen table, and then I get into a shower.  I order everything I can online to maintain social distancing as I would rather deal with one person, the delivery person, than take the chance in public.  At least the delivery drives leaves the packages on the porch, then I take care and dispose of the packages from the porch.  Nothing comes in the house that doesn’t need to be in the house, and I spray the items once I bring them inside, then I wash my hands.  Like I said, I feel like I’m overreacting, but I know I’m not.

I have never been more thankful to work from home than I am now.  The same goes for my daughter in online school.  Believe it or not, this time of quarantine is actually quite nice.  It’s a lifestyle I’m all too familiar with and very comfortable.  With the quarantine in affect, I’m scooting right through finishing my manuscript.  I can’t believe how far I’m come since I began working on it back in December.  My goal deadline to finish it is April 25th, then I’m taking an entire day off, for myself, and on the 27th I’m going to begin work on putting the stories in the order I want them, and then my husband is going to help me convert my manuscript into a single word document so I can then email it to Page Publishing.  I can’t believe it’s finally coming together!

So anyway, what do y’all think about any of this?  Are you as worried as I feel about this Coronavirus pandemic?  Are you taking the measures needed to safeguard yourself and your family?  How are you feeling about quarantine?

As we continue through these trying times, stay safe, stay healthy, and most importantly, please stay home… if you can.

Thanks for reading y’all!  I’ll post again soon!

Moving Out, Moving Forward, Moving Up, and Moving On

Greetings and good morning y’all!  It has certainly been some time since my last post, but like all things in life, there has been a lot of things going on.

For instance, moving is never easy an easy task.  Packing, sorting, cleaning, loading, unloading, unpacking, and setting up.  It’s stressful, time consuming, hard work, expensive, and above all, physically draining.  After living under my parent’s roof for four years, seeing to and helping them around the house because they’re only getting older, they decided they’re ready to live on their own and don’t need my help as much.  I should have expected this, but I was busy, caught up in my own endeavors.  So, when they told me they were moving, that they found a place, nearly everything I was working on, screeched to an unexpected halt.  If it wasn’t for my amazing husband, I might have experienced emotional turmoil in epic proportions because there wasn’t any foresight, only a tight aftermath.

I’m not a religious person, but praying for guidance, strength, and some peace of mind is not beneath me.  I did this everyday until the day we moved into the trailer I now call my home.  A rustic two bedroom, single bathroom mobile home, settled in a quietly quaint mobile home park, managed by a couple, like ourselves.  I personally have several things in common with our landlady, not including her name reflecting that of my late great-grandmother.  As I mentioned, moving is expensive, and we used every penny to make it happen in record time.  We have a couple small debts to pay off, but nothing to lose precious sleep over.  Before finding this place, if it wasn’t for being genuinely exhausted every night, I would have lost sleep, caught between a rock and a hard place just trying to find a place to live.  However, when every thing else fell through, this place became the light at the end of the long, dark, questionable tunnel.  My prayers were answered.

It’s not quite been a week yet since we moved, but I was forced to take a week off from home-school and teaching.  I’ve missed my Chinese students, but my daughter rather enjoyed the full week away.  Unfortunately, now we’re facing Interim Assessments head on our first week back.  We’ll be spending this week and the weekend catching up on missed assignments and such, but she’s a trooper and with me for a mother/learning coach, there’s nothing she can’t successfully accomplish.  This morning, I taught my first class in our new place and it was awesome!  It truly feels great to be back in my online classroom.  I’ve missed my students with their smiling faces and energetic personalities.

We’re still settling in; down to a couple boxes left to unpack of bookshelf dust collectors, a pile of framed photos to hang, five full bookcases of books to reorganize, and a washer to replace a sensor in, but we’re happy.  My parents are happier as well, living as just the two of them- something they have been striving close to 30 years for.  They had to learn to live life separately before they could live life together.  Now they’re embracing their golden years, living their happily ever after.

As for us, hubby and I are also embracing our separate solitude.  Career oriented in our field of English literature and writing.  Creating our heart’s desire, stories and art with added educational attributes.  It’s our world.

Spring Cleaning Brings Brainstorms

Hey y’all!

 

I thought ‘Spring Break’ meant vacation.  Yeah, a vacation from working on one thing to concentrate on another, smaller project.  I wound up filling my spring break with spring cleaning.

 

For two days our weather was absolutely gorgeous, so I opened the windows and shampooed the carpets!  What’s sick, I can’t wait for the first week of summer vacation to give the carpets another good shampoo cleaning.  I hate carpet, but I do enjoy playing with the shampoo-vac.

 

Wednesday, while the weather was proudly displaying the sun, radiating small, warming heat rays, I was basking in its brilliance, absorbing all I could for all it was worth at the time.  The sun felt so amazing, covering my back as I worked, raking dead leaves from around our hummingbird tree.  I would imagine, by raking up the dead foliage, it’ll irrigate the dirt so oxygen can get to the soil beneath.  Makes for an appealing front yard scene.  After I finished raking what I’ve come to call ‘Hummingbird Hill’, I swept the garage patio clearing it of the foliage raked off the hill and cleaned off our outdoor furniture.  One of these days, I must invest in a tri-folding lawn chair for the summer.  Fun in the sun, some reading and sketching, for relaxation and refreshment.

 

Friday snuck itself back into the week, signaling spring break is almost over.  I’m kind of sad by it because now I’m yearning for the summer with our extended 2-month vacation.  A break from my daughter’s schooling.  At the same time, like spring break, summer break is time off from one position to work another.  I’m going to get a break from tutoring to teach more, plus more time to work on building the business.  More time to write and edit narratives.  More time to sketch.  More time to build on brainstorming.

 

I don’t know what the summer season will bring me, but I am hopeful.  I have a lot of ideas, and as the saying goes, cliche as it sounds, ‘Time to lean, is time to clean.’  Brainstorm.  Research.  Action.  It’s not work if you love what you do.

Thanks for reading with me y’all!

“Hurdles To Happy Thoughts”

Hey y’all!  I hope your week went better than mine.  I’m not complaining though because it could have been worse.  I stressed out some, over this and that, but we managed to straighten things out as we went.

The week was full of hurdles; like I’m running, and the hurdles keep coming, keep appearing in front of me.  I fix one thing and something else comes up.  First it was my husband’s disability check.  When it didn’t show up in our account as expected, like it does every month, it stopped us in our financial tracks.  To make the situation a little more worrisome, we had to wait all weekend before we could physically do anything about it.  After that, I spent the week struggling to understand 8th grade mathematics so I could help my daughter with her homework.  I was a struggling math student, in both middle and high school, and you know what, I’m still struggling.  I admit that, but that’s why I sat down with my husband and discussed the problem, to which we decided and agreed, he’s going to begin joining our live Math session with our daughter’s teacher (just like I do every weekday) so he can learn the stuff and help us.  Finally figuring that out, now I’m facing yet another hurdle.  Always, another hurdle.

Like I said, if it’s not one thing, it’s another, and things just keep happening.  The hurdle I’m facing now, I’m forced to wait through a 3-day weekend before I can get in touch with someone to fix paperwork that’s wrong on their end.  Someone messed up somewhere.  However, I am not letting this hurdle stop me from moving on to focus on other project ideas.  I’m focusing instead on my latest narrative, a couple of VIPKid workshops I signed up for, and preparing my classroom for next weekend.

“Feed the areas of your life you want to grow.  Starve the parts that need to go.”  -Bruce Van Horn

I came across this quote on Twitter this morning.  It perfectly sums up my thoughts and feelings during this weekend.

I thought about those I’ve met and known in my past, and how those people judged me.  I let their judgment affect me and I should not have.  While some of them had some good advice, others didn’t, and I took most of it to heart… but not anymore.

I live to help others, because I love to help others.  I wish I had more financial means to help.

The only real way to fix your financial problems is to do something about it; put yourself out there doing what you like to do.  Through homeschooling my daughter, I found a hidden passion for educating, and now I’m teaching Chinese children English in a ‘one-on-one’ online atmosphere.  I can’t wait to book my first class!

Without ‘starving the parts I need to let go‘, meaning those who’ve  led me in the wrong direction, I can’t ‘feed where I want to grow‘– my future.  As a teacher, I’ll be working with 4 and 5-year old Chinese kids, teaching them the English language.  Children are vibrant, energetic, and they love to have fun.  I have to be professional, but I also have to be on their level.  How do I do this without feeling like a dork?

Well, who said being a dork was a bad thing?

I’m facing every hurdle with patience while figuring them out as I go along.  I know there’s nothing I can do for the next three days so I’m going to spend them thinking happy thoughts.  I’m going to focus on being my professionally-dorky self!

Thanks for reading y’all!

Feeling Optimistic

A lot of things have been weighing heavily on my mind.  I won’t go into detailed specifics, because it is personal business, but I have been struggling to figure them out.

I have come the conclusion and now it feels like time is of the essence with the holidays approaching, among other things.  I needed to change things months ago, but it’s not like I wasn’t thinking, struggling to figure out how.  I’m hoping to have found the solution to my problem.  I’ll still keep the blog going, but while achieving other things as well.

When I took on homeschooling my daughter with GCA, I never thought I would find a love for educating in it; but completing four additional years of school to obtain a Bachelors degree in Creative Writing and English, by my choice alone let me add; it reignited my love of writing words to make literary art, and education is the foundation.  I enjoy homeschooling my daughter because I’m in control of the education she is getting.  Unfortunately I can’t educate, help, or tutor anyone in anything outside writing and English.  I do math well enough to help my daughter, same for her other classes.  I once helped someone with a paper, revision suggestions, and I really enjoyed doing it.  As the saying goes, I barely dipped my toe!

I’m afraid to say too much because I’ve only applied, but I would love to land the position none the less.  It would be an answer to my prayers, or as I stated in my cover letter, “consider it a dream of mine”.

Thank you so much for reading with me.  Y’all are awesome!

Friday Confession

I can spend all day, coming up with one thing or another to write about, yet every time I log in, and finally set myself to write, I’m a whiteboard that’s been wiped clean.  I’m an electronic memo, and I’ve been cleared.

I could write about my day.  Hubby and I rearranged our home office after I finished with our daughter in school.  Fridays are usually the weekly make-up day, as we make-up any work we put off doing Monday through Thursday.  She’s in four classes a day, also participating in what I call ‘After-school Stride’, and we finish with a Content Learning Session.  Most of the time we finish up decently, but she also has days when I can tell she isn’t trying.

So, after we finished with school, I was up to my waist in maneuvering office furniture.  I was initially trying for an office/living room in our bedroom, but soon realized we weren’t using the patch of living room.  Taking away the living room portion, our office is now a ‘full’ home office.  We have a lounge couch and a kitchen niche, like a teacher’s lounge.  Then hubby and I have our double-desk, a counter-height kitchen table set for two, and now we have a table for layout-spreading.  I am so serious about building my manuscript, I’ve begun the process of rewriting and revising previously written rough drafts.  Every time I finish a story, I’ll print it for my physical copy.  I have a story about chicken slick coming along impressively by my standards, and I want to submit it to a writing contest.  I have until the end of the month.

Taking two days off to maul over my hubby’s critique, and to think about the contents of the current draft, I’m working further revisions in the morning.

I’m trying so hard to find my voice in writing.  I can feel the emotions in someone’s story or a singer’s song, and I can almost identically relive a memory complete with the emotional strength I felt at the time, but to put that emotion into words, so the reader can feel them, I struggle.

I do know the best thing I can do is keep at it.  I didn’t spend three years working to earn a BA in Arts for Creative Writing for nothing.  Rejection means try harder.  I can’t give up because this time it would be me giving up on myself and I can’t do that.

Until Monday… thank you for reading.

Have a great weekend!

“A Test A Day with Spring on the Way”

Is today Monday, or is it Tuesday?  It feels like Monday because it feels like a repeat of yesterday, but I know it’s really Tuesday.  The only difference is the test.  This week, final tests are due which means there is a test per class–one test a day.  Yesterday was the test in Social Studies, today is the test in Math.

I’ve been chewing on my fingers all day, anticipating what her final score will be.  She did very well on her Social Studies test, but Math is a harder subject for her.  I think Social Studies is easy to comprehend, but it’s boring.  Math (depending on the teacher) is interesting, but it can be harder to grasp for some.  I can’t say anything, the “pigeon-hole theory” baffles me.

Now that class connect is over, I’m sitting here, thinking about my next move which is why I chose to write a new blog post.  Pacing from one side of my office window to the other, I was looking out the window.  I guess I was taking in the scenery though my thoughts were elsewhere, but a splash of ‘budding’ caught my attention.  Forgetting my thoughts, I focused on what I was looking at.  Buds, or blossoms of some sort, springing to life from a mess of thin, twig-like branches of a shrub tree.  Just yesterday, or maybe it was a few days ago, probably earlier last week, I was wondering when we would start to see everything grow back.  That’s why I love the Spring!

There’s another shrub tree in our wooded front yard, but it’s not yet blossomed like the other one.  Instead of blossoms, the twig-like limbs are dotted with tiny, light leafy-green bulbs.  Seeing them excites me for the full coming of Spring!

This reminds me, I was able to gather the materials I wanted and needed to start my vegetable seedlings inside.  On St.Patrick’s Day I spent the day outside, set up on a large tarp playing with sugar cones, soil, seeds, and water.  I’m please to share that since I started those seedlings, I have four sprouts.  Three cucumber plants and a tomato plant!  I don’t expect to yield much from my first garden, but I am hopeful.