Well folks, I have a funny little story to share with you this evening.
A few years ago, the hubby and I, in keeping with long-standing tradition, were trying to decide what to do for our anniversary at the very last second. I had been hinting for a long time that I would like to go somewhere overnight- somewhere quiet and lovely where we could enjoy some natural beauty, but we were broke and had four kids and getting away was tough. Well we managed it in the end by asking some friends if we could stay at their riverfront property where they kept a trailer and a screened in porch for shelter. They graciously said we could and we had a lovely time and I blogged about it here.
I blogged about how we stayed in the cozy screened in porch, but what I did not blog about at the time was that we had planned to sleep in the trailer. However, due to unforeseen circumstances, the porch ended up being a better option.
Now I don’t write this story to embarrass our good friends. They had an unbelievable amount of crazy going on in their lives at that time. Being in the hospital for months with premature twins who were hanging on to life by a thread was just one thing they were dealing with. But apparently, what with all the hubbub of their lives, they were unaware when they gave us a key to the trailer, that the electricity had been unplugged. This wouldn’t have been a big deal at all, except for one minor issue- the fridge and freezer had been left full of food. And folks- when you leave a fridge full of food unplugged in the shimmering heat of a Tennessee July, you have a problem.
I probably don’t need to ask you to imagine the smell that reached our noses when we first entered that trailer, nor describe in any detail the cloud of insects that suddenly made a desperate bid for freedom through the open door where we were standing. We stood there for a moment, retching slightly, closed the door, and made other plans.
But all through that lovely evening, as we kayaked in the river, cooked steaks and corn on the cob on the grill, watched the sunset and finally dozed off to sleep to a chorus of singing frogs, we couldn’t stop thinking about the trailer and the unpleasant surprise that would greet our kind friends, when and if they ever got out of the hospital and out to their property again.
So the following morning, we made ourselves a lovely breakfast, took a few deep breaths of sweet, dewy morning air and headed back to the trailer. Thankfully, they had everything we needed- lots of paper towels, scrubby brushes, rubber gloves and plenty of Lysol. Gas masks would have been nice, but we made do, holding our breath and scrubbing as fast as we could until we had to run out again, gasping. The hubby even had some heavy duty garbage bags in the back of his car for us to haul out the rotten food. It didn’t need much help mind you. That food was nearly walking out the door on its own.
As we drove away later that day, our trunk full of smelly food, we felt happy. Happy that, even though we had spent a good part of our romantic getaway in less than romantic circumstances, we had been able to repay our generous friends a bit and perhaps make their lives a little easier down the road.
Fast forward a few years, and you find me sitting on the couch in my older sisters living room, laughing heartily at her new plan for us to finish our house- by moving a trailer onto our property and working from there. I soon realized she was in earnest however, and she asked me if I new anyone who had a trailer we might be able to borrow. And guess what, I had an answer ready.
Turns out, our friends had let the riverfront property go, and the trailer had been in storage somewhere for some time. I’m not sure they even used it again after our stay there. And when we asked, they once again graciously allowed us to use it, albeit for a longer period this time. So apparently we had tackled that awful fridge, not so much for the sake of our friends as for ourselves. God has a sense of humor I guess.
And now I suppose you would like to see some pictures. Well, here you go.
The boys are really excited about the whole set up, at least for now, and it is a lot bigger than I remember it being, so that’s always a bonus! And most important of all, it will allow us to take full advantage of all this wonderful outdoor space, and Lord willing, eventually, our home.
We spent most of the afternoon over there today, getting things ready for the final move and doing a little yard work. The bulbs we planted years ago are finally up, which makes this place feel more homelike already, despite everything else that still needs doing.
And a cute baby picture, just because. She spent most of the afternoon happily plucking clover or being raced around the yard in her stroller by her brothers. I am so thankful for a happy baby!
And I’m thankful, more and more each day, for good friends. We are so blessed!
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I’m glad you’re getting going! We used a trailer for a kitchen-dining room on Lookout Mt. when we remodeled our kitchen, and we loved it. It was lots of fun. Of course, we didn’t have kids there, but we did have two ferrets! And they can get into lots of mischief–up on the counters, even. So if you get feeling bored in your new abode, you might consider a couple of ferrets!