Now that we have the bus we have had to rethink where we want our possessions, which means that this evening I had to tear into the already stored stuff in the trailer and pull out the items that we immediately want in the bus. Of course, as it turns out, everything we wanted was clear at the fucking front of the trailer, so we pretty much unloaded the whole damn thing, to get to a few items. Tomorrow I may think about repacking the trailer.
On a plus note, I sweated my ass off, so I consider that my workout for the day, and I drank a liter of water, so yeah, there's that too! I may have undone all that hard work and water drinking by slamming a beer though. Oh well, we only live once, unless you subscribe to Buddhism, then you might make it around this clock a few times. I kinda do subscribe to that chain of thinking, so take that for what you will.
Anyway, one of my major worries right now is that we have no place to park our bus while we work on it and make it a home. Mainly I am worried about our dog and cat and how hot they may get during the day when we are at work. In fact, I am incredibly worried about that more than anything else, and so far I have no answer.
With that weighing heavily on my mind, I decided to throw it out there to the universe and see if it came back at me with a resounding slap in the face or a tickle of the balls. I decided to write a craigslist ad (I know, only serial killers use craigslist, but I'm kinda desperate).
Here is the ad I wrote:
Hey there awesome people!!! Don't let the $300 discourage you, that is what we would "like" to pay, but we are willing to bargain and work out a deal!
OK, so here is the deal. My fabulous wife and I are looking for a place to park/live and remodel our new-to-us school bus into an RV/Home. That's right, you cool cats, we have a "Skoolie" and we intend to make this our forever home!
Sounds crazy right? Sure, it might be, but it's our dream to make this into something incredibly awesome that we will be proud to show off to our family, friends and complete strangers.
About now you are probably thinking "Oh crap, damn hippies!" The thing is you are only partially right! My wife has that whole hippie thing going on where she sees the good in everyone, and she loves to garden (in fact is still working on her degree in botany/therapy) and she is just one of those lovely people that everyone loves to hang out with and is like everyone's mom ... that cusses enough to make a sailor blush! On the other hand is me, the shaved head dude with the long goatee and horn rim glasses looking almost like an old hipster. I do photography for fun and have a steady job as a graphic designer (been doing it for almost 20 years now ... shit that seems like a long time!) who loves to drink his micro brews and play video games when I have the time, which I won't for a while since we are going to be poring our blood, sweat and tears into making this bus our home.
Oh, just to make things perfectly clear WE ARE NOT VEGANS. Nope, I likes me a good fricken steak, and it better be bloody rare! And BACON!! OMG, I love bacon. That shit is gonna kill me one of these days, but it's a hella way to go, right? Did I mention my wife is a kickass cook! Hells yeah! That woman can make a gourmet meal outta scraps and if you live anywhere close you are gonna be drooling and invite yourself over to eat with us as often as possible ... and you know you are totally welcome at our table anytime! Warning though, she starts most dishes with a healthy amount of garlic, so if you're a night crawling vampire with your fangs out, you may have to pass on her cooking!
Along with us comes 100 pounds of furry love in the form of an Anatolian Shepherd (think cross between a St. Bernard and a German Shepherd) who has instilled in her from generations of breeding to protect sheep from wolves. She doesn't like other dogs much until they have submitted to her will, not that she would actually attack them, but she has a 98 decibel bark that is scary as fricken hell. I know, because when she has to go outside to go pee, she gets right in my face and it looks like a hell hound is going to rip my face off ... luckily I know she loves me and wouldn't actually ever hurt anything, hell she ignores the squirrels on the fence throwing acorns at her, and she thinks our cat is one of her sheep that she has to protect. For that matter, I'm pretty sure she thinks we are sheep, and her job is to make sure no wolves (dogs) are able to get within 10 feet of us. But you know what, she is gonna be our security system when we finally say "screw it all" and hit the road. Pretty sure we will never have to worry about anyone getting close with how loud her bark is. What we should worry about is if we are going to be able to keep our hearing in tact when she decides to use that voice inside the bus! Speaking of which, if you happen to have a construction site and you want overnight security and don't mind us working on our bus ... well the three of us would be a fricken bargain! We would be ecstatic to exchange security service for a place to park for a few months while you build around us!
By now, if you are still here, you are asking yourself "what can I do to help out these awesome fricken people?" Well let me tell you brother and sister, what we are looking for is a little bit of land to put our bus on (And that big ol' bastard runs! She ain't just gonna sit there forever, because we won't be able to sit still for long) and maybe share in your power and water until we can get our solar system paid for and installed, and the bus looking like an awesome 300 sq ft tiny home on wheels! For a short time we will need just a little extra space for a P.O.S. broken down RV we are going to buy and straight out strip the parts from, and then that piece of shit is gonna go to the scrap yard. But trust me, I'm gonna get this done as quickly as possible so that no is put out by that eyesore for very long. I may be an artist, but I'm an artist with a work ethic that knows how to get shit done.
Now we are looking to be as close to Boise/Garden City as possible because, you know, that's where I go to put in my time and get those almighty useful green pieces of paper that I am going to use to pay you for letting us park at your place and share your water and electricity! The closer we live to work, the less I will have to pay on gas to get back and forth to work, and the more I can afford to pay you!
Now that you have decided that you are already in love with us, and you can't imagine your life without us in it, give us a jingle, write us a text or an email, or simply speak to the wind and hope we are on the same wave length of spiritual awareness (the last one is not nearly as reliable a form as communication as one would hope) and lets talk, have a drink together (tea works fine too) and discuss the details!
Thank you, namaste, gracious, Go raibh maith agat, etc. etc. etc ...
Alf & Candy
seven0four nineteen sixty seven
obligatory hashtags
#property, #schoolbus, #wegotcash, #renttous
I've already had the universe start responding. A very nice cross dresser said she has some friends with property just 20 minutes down the road and she is going to talk to them. They need help with bills, and as it just happens we have the money to help, and they have the land for us to live on. We will see tomorrow if this is going to be a viable thing or not.
For tonight, I think I shall go take a shower and hit the sack.
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