That’s What Rugs are For

 

It’s so easy to sweep things under a rug.  Don’t get me wrong.  I firmly believe in the value of sweeping things out of sight, out of mind.  I am as big a coward as the next guy, avoiding conflict and unpleasant tasks like the plague.  That must explain, at least in part, my propensity for big, pink Pollyanna-style sunglasses.  Just put them on, sweep the nastiness out of sight, and march on.

I could have ignored that water that was slowly dripping into my outside storage bin.  Chalk it up to… whatever.  Put things in there that rarely require me to open it up to retrieve anything.  Ignore the water pump cycling on even when not in use.  Maybe google the issue and look for answers that support my inclination towards inaction.  Unfortunately all I found were dictates to pursue any possible leaks doggedly until plugged!  No rugs allowed!  (They would only get wet and stinky anyhow.)

Life and relationships are full of rugs.  And lots of stuff that needs constant attention.  And some sweeping.

Sometimes things are too overwhelming to face head-on, and covering a problem area with a corner of the rug, at least for a time, is a good idea.  Let the dust settle.  When we have the energy and strength to deal, then yes, grab a mop, a broom, a dustpan and clean up that corner.  Invite a trusted friend over to help, and the task will be greatly eased.

But some things can be too painful to uncover.  Doing so would cloud the air with such toxicity that you might as well roll yourself up in that rug and throw yourself out after breathing that stuff in.  Professional help can be a wonderful thing in these cases.  And, of course, good, trusted friends.

For there is a price to pay for such untidiness.  Leaks, no matter how slow, do not simply resolve themselves and go away.  Water droplets innocently wandering through dark corners can do tremendous damage.  Dirt and grime attracts more of the same.  Fragments waft through our dreams, wander across the barrier into our daily lives, and taint our homes with stink and mold.

It is important not to beat ourselves up for such sloppy shortcomings.  After all, it is part and parcel of that agonizingly beautiful thing called human nature.  We are messy creatures.

Now, please excuse me as I don my rose-colored glasses and call my little house’s manufacturer about my water pump.

(Above post dedicated to precious friends and family who help me keep my rugs kind of clean.)

You Know You’re in the Wild West . . .

You know you are in the wild West when you see a sign that says:

Report Shooting From Vehicles

Yup, Dawny and I are back on the road!  We encountered that particular sign in Northern Nevada.  Made both of us chuckle… then peak quickly at our fellow travelers as they drove by…

Just wanted to do a quick post to give an update on what happened with the RV, in case anyone reading encounters a similar problem.

The electrical gremlins that made the dash indicator lights go on and off like crazy and did all sorts of other stuff turned out to be caused by a faulty Smart Junction Box.  This is apparently a smart new name for a vehicle’s fuse box.

The RV shop that we were towed to at first pulled some of the fuse box wires out but could not figure it out.  Plus they were super busy because the Burning Man Festival was starting soon (crazy annual festival in a Northwestern Nevada desert that draws over 50,000 people, many in RVs).  Apparently everybody’s RV was in this shop for a tune-up or something.  So they passed the baton to Ford.

Problem is the local Ford dealer refuses to work on RV’s, so my poor little house had to be towed 20 miles to a more friendly dealership.  None of the Ford diagnostics showed what was wrong, so they ordered this junction box in the hopes that it would fix the problem, which it did.  Thankfully, all the work was under warranty.

Everyone is likely aware of this tip, but just in case it is helpful to anyone, be sure to check your RV and all it’s systems out as thoroughly as possible before pulling off of a lot where it has been repaired.  Even though my issue turned out to be solely with the Ford fuse box, some of the components from the house side of the RV are connected up there, as well.

Before pulling out of the Ford lot I discovered that the back-up camera was not working.  Traveling alone, this camera is critical when I am trying to back into camping spaces (Dawny is a very unreliable spotter).  A couple of techs messed with the wires and could not figure out what was wrong.  I pointed out a video connection wire that was not connected to anything, but they could not find anywhere to plug it in.  They blamed the problem on the RV shop, saying that they must have pulled that wire out, and sent me back there.

Fortunately, Burning Man was in progress so the RV shop had plenty of time to help me out this time.  The tech there said he did not pull that wire out but he was able to fix it (Ford had connected the wrong video feed).  He had to tape it up, though, to make the connection more solid, since things got messed up a bit with all the fiddling around with the wires.

Another lesson I learned was that with a vehicle like this, which has a separate warranty for the chassis (Ford) and another warranty for the “house,” and yet more warranties for each of the systems in that house (refrigerator, generator, water pump, macerator, water heater, furnace, air conditioner, etc.), you need to be as proactive and knowledgable as possible in making sure the work is being done by the right party.  When I am bored enough, I have been reading through all the documentation on the components and systems that came with the RV.  I sure don’t understand a lot of it, but at least it is starting to give me some familiarity and some of it is gradually sinking in.

I also found it helpful to research similar problems on the web, as that is a rich source of information.  It armed me with proper questions and terminology when talking to repair people.  When having these discussions, it is wise to take notes on who is saying what and when, unless you have a mind like a steel trap–unlike mine, a steel sieve–and understand all this stuff inside-out.

Okay, enough of all that!  Bottom line, we had a nice, long stay at our last stop–two weeks longer than planned–and enjoyed every minute of it.  We are slightly smarter about our little house on wheels than we were a few weeks ago.  And we had a wonderful, long, uneventful drive today through the wild, wild West.