Mostly a maintenance odds and ends day this beautiful Wednesday in the Adirondacks.
I put a pot of homemade chili on at seven this morning. Neighbors coming over tonight for a campfire and dinner. They’ve invited us so many places, it was becoming about time I have them over here, humble as it is. Pretty neat component of our little Adirondack village – most of us are usually one or the other house three or four nights a week for dinner, or at least a few beers and a fire.
As I mentioned before – I think – I got the RV hookup and a PVC joint attached to the top of the line to the septic tank. Super sweet! Why? Because now, we empty the euphemistically named “blackwater” from the RV to a transfer tank, then we roll the transfer tank over to the connection at the septic to dump it. And because the hoses now have twist-lock attachements on their ends, it’s really rather civilized.
There was a bit of an incident when we tried to do all this without the connectors. I suggested we just hold the hose to the transfer tank. (What can I say? I’m an optimist.) Long story short, I totally held my partner hostage, using poop-water as my weapon. You see, partner’s hands were the hands holding the non-attachable hose to the transfer tank. I opened the floodgates, and naturally, by being the one holding the hose, partner is trapped and can’t let go – hands unfortunately moisturized by the foul green sweetwater, and standing there yelling, “It’s on me! It’s on me!” Let’s just say that we now know that composted RV poop-water smells like a wheat-and-antifreeze cocktail. Drinks anyone?
Anyhow. Now we’re totally in the modern age over here. Let’s hear it for PVC and PVC cement! I swear, I could build a house with the stuff.
I buried a Coleman cooler in the dirt behind the shed. It’s a good thing though. Don’t worry – it’s not to store body parts or munitions. A neighbor had an idea, and I had heard the same before, so I thought I’d give it a shot. You see, it would be handy to have a root cellar. But our water table is very high. Neighbor came up with the idea of burying a cooler in the ground, with just the lid sticking up. I’d been reading this terrific root cellar site, and with what I had read there … well, it at least seems vaguely plausible. At least worth a half-hour of my time to dig a hole.
Third little project was putting some air in the RV tires. It’s amazing how sensitive you are to being just a little bit off level when you live in an RV. They looked a hair low, so I checked the air in ’em. Not a big deal – down to 40 psi when they should be 50. Thought I would just put some canned air or fix a flat in, but then I remembered Mayor Neighbor has a compressor. Awesome. Except when I fired it up, I discovered that the generator won’t run it.
Ah, well. Back to the Fix-a-Flat idea.
Old Cranky Guy Next Door Report for Today – In residence.
Crank Level – Low. No one hanging around to complain to. Ha!