I miss cooking. I didn’t realize it until yesterday when I was looking through one of my cookbooks and realized that I hadn’t made a meal since probably August. I haven’t done any batch cooking since July. This is very unlike me. I love living in a tiny house but the kitchen situation is a little difficult.
So I decided to properly cook something. My opinion of jambalaya is that you make it with pretty much whatever vegetables and meat you have in the kitchen. So I had some green onions, garlic, some frozen veggies, frozen turkey sausage, some rice and canned tomatoes. All leftover from the 4th of July trip I took with my lovely friend, Karlee, for her birthday. I did borrow a pot from my neighbor.
I mixed it all up with my standard veggie chicken broth and let it cook on my induction cooktop while eating salted caramel chocolate and wishing the internet would work.
Finally after an interminable amount of time, I scooped it up into the only bowl in the house, ate it while burning my tongue and talked to my girlfriend about everything but boys.
Sometimes I can motivate myself to organize, clean, and get stuff done. Most of the time, I lie in bed for hours and daydream and contemplate.
My friend Mark wanted his tools back that he lent me so I had to get a bunch of little things done before I returned said tools. I had a couple things I bought from Ikea I wanted to hang. I also had some trim for the windows that needed to be nailed in.
Ethan helped me with some of the tasks and I did some on my own. Ethan is very smart about construction and does quality work. Which is a big help for me.
I had to paint the trim and then hang it around the window. This took longer than I thought because I couldn’t find the nails. I have these sweet copper nails for trim work and couldn’t remember where I put them. Keep your hardware together is the moral of this story. All
All my trim came from Habitat for Humanity and the Make Salt Lake recycle bin.
I needed somewhere to sit and a place to store things in the tiny house. I was given some redwod pieces by a neighbor which worked as the base (pun intended) of this project.
Since I belong to Make Salt Lake, I used the wood shop for the project. I also got some free plywood and a 2 x 4 from the Make Salt Lake scrap pile. Ethan helped me with the bench. Nicolle made the cushions that went on the top of the tiny house bench.
Ikea has really pushed the small living spaces paradigm. Ikea has all those showrooms of 224 to 500 square feet of efficient living which are fun to walk around in. IKEA has the folding table that I think everyone puts in their tiny house. I bought one and installed it with the help of my smart and beautiful friend, Cas.
I also bought a closet rack and that about sums up my purchases at IKEA. I also always buy the cinnamon rolls.
I didn’t know what to write about today, because I still haven’t moved in and I haven’t done any work on the house for a couple days. I was a little overwhelmed by having family and friends in town and so progress slipped.
I had to re-new my policy for the tiny house today and that is when it hit me. I can write about the most riveting of subjects. INSURANCE. I am not gonna tell you to get it, I am not getting paid to talk about it(at all), and I can’t imagine anyone besides me cares. But still, this is what I have on the tiny house. I have had a travel trailer policy on the house for 2 years, after hearing about this happening.
I called a couple people who told me to call some other guys and I finally got a hold of Sindt Insurance Agency | 801-568-0550, who have insured the tiny house as a travel trailer. I pay less than $500 a year. The actual policy is through Progressive Insurance.
My tiny house was moved into Ben’s backyard on Saturday. It was a totally nerve-wrecking experience. I started experiencing chest pain about 2 hours before the house was moved in and during the actually parking job, I was breathing pretty heavily with increased heart rate. Josh, who moved the house using his truck, was also a little stressed out. He did a 10 point turn and then another 10 point turn to get it into the alley where the house will be parked. Once Josh got it in the space, he took the house off the hitch and took off for warmer places. He and his fiance did take the time to pose for one picture, in front of his very cool and manly truck. I am super grateful for his help with the move of the tiny house.
Starting this weekend, I will be living in my tiny house. FINALLY! It has only been 3 years in the making. Ahh, life. Couldn’t in 1 million seconds and 47 tarot card readings have guessed that this was going to happen the way it did.
Walking down the stairs at work, I hear a very loud, “Shit!” Ben comes around the corner and asks me if I would like to house/dog sit. It is Labor Day weekend and I have no plans. I say, “yes!” cause I love dogs and sleeping in other people’s beds. Tehehehehe.
Ben and Katherine’s home is so close to 9th and 9th that it is easier to walk to the Coffee Garden than to boil water. It was starting to feel like fall so I wore a flannel shirt and took pictures of the light falling on objects in Ben and Katherine’s home.
I listened to Neko Case. I played with dogs and chased chickens and ducks around the yard. Other amazing stuff happened that I can’t tell you about because it is too magical. I went home on Monday afternoon.
In December, I was thinking about moving the tiny house to Castle Valley. It would be cool to have it in Castle Valley (my home, like most castles, has a composting toilet), but then I really wouldn’t get to live in it. I am talking about it with my co-worker. Ben walks into the room, I asked him if I could move the tiny house into his yard and he says, “Maybe! Let me ask Katherine.” We all laughed and he walks away and I think, “Maybe, pretty much always means no.”
Ben came to me at work later that week and told me that he and Katherine talked about it and yes, “I can move the tiny house into the backyard.” WHAT! WOW! All because I agreed to dog sit over Labor Day Weekend!