The fantasy has not appeared
I was surfing through my Facebook this morning, reading most of the postings and skipping over those that the Facebook people throw in as ads under the guise of something I might be interested in.
Currently they think I am interested in two things, refurbishing an RV and learning how to be stylish.
What?
While I think the refurbished RV’s are adorable, I am not one of those people who become joyful at the prospect of living in a space where your bed is also your table, your ironing board and pet grooming station, depending on how you configure it.
Who can cook on a two burner stove?
Showering in what is now being called a European shower, i.e., aspace where the shower is not enclosed and blesses everything in the room with water, is, along with no closet space very surly not something about which I dream.
Nightmare is more like it.
Have any of you watched the programs on HGTV about Tiny Houses, houses defined as under 400 square feet of space?
Most that are featured are built on trailer frames so that they can be moved.
Aren’t RV’s also tiny houses that you can move around?
You know those vehicles that you take camping.
This building on trailer frames mystifies me, especially since accommodating sleeping arrangement in one of these tiny houses generally involves a loft with a four foot head space before you put a mattress in.
And then there are the ladders and so-called stairs with risers so high they must defy building codes to get to these loft spaces.
Who, but the most agile can navigate such things?
I can picture me trying to get up either. No, I really can’t.
I can’t picture sleeping in something that reminds me of my last MRI.
A recent article in the Post discussed the problems that tiny homes have in finding places outside of RV parks to settle.
Seems that local codes often would disallow the trade-offs that have to be made in such domiciles. And, showing my own preferences vis a vis style, they look like containers. Boxes with siding.
What is even more off- putting is the lack of just sitting space.
Most have some kind of sofa that faces the kitchen sink with maybe four feet between, if that much.
And these are houses where an adult, a child, sometimes several children and a few four footed pets will be living.
Talk about litter box odor! And I am not referring to the ubiquitous compositing toilet.
Now, I don’t have any problem with living in a small house, a stationary one that will allow for a more thoughtful use of space.
These movable ones are limited to an eight foot width so that they can be moved over the roads.
Our house is not large.
It was even smaller before we added a family room and enlarged the bathroom.
We had four people living in less than 1,000 square feet, and if we take the back porch off, less than 800 square feet.
We bought the house from a family of six.
They lived quite nicely in these modest spaces.
But we did add a family room and a shower room.
Now our space is a commodious 1,500 square feet with not enough closets.
Which leads me to the second harangue by Facebook, being stylish.
I have been asked to surf over to several blogs by women who purport to being stylish which means they buy expensive clothe and wear them while gardening.
None of these gals apparently does laundry, and if one did, their washer and dryer would not be in an unfinished basement.
I am waiting for a hint from the Facebook fairy that slips these hints into my daily news feed to point me to a stylish person who lives in blue jeans, does laundry, gets dirt under her nails from working in the garden and does quite well in a relatively small house.
So far that fantasy has not appeared.
