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Pioneer Woman



I think I know how Pioneer women might have felt, at least to a small degree. I left everything that was familiar behind, trekked 1,200 miles away, and set up a new home for myself on a desolate prairie. OK, it’s an 800-site campground, so I guess “desolate prairie” is a stretch.


And there’s the fact that I’m surrounded by people, which, I suppose the original pioneer women didn’t have. But given that I’m an introvert and have studiously avoided eye contact since I parked my rig, I think it still counts as “isolated”, right?


OK, so maybe I’m not exactly a pioneer, but today I kinda felt like it when I got my RV’s hot water heater working.


I knew it wasn’t working when I left – that was by design. Hot water heaters have to be winterized when temps are below freezing, and we’d had the RV dealer winterize ours months ago. Before I left, George had given me some rough ideas about how I might get the thing going. As I recall, the conversation went something like this:


George: “The hot water’s not working. Here, behind these screws, is a thingy that’s significant. See those doohickeys? You might need to do a thing to them.”


Me: “OK.”


George: “And see this blah-blah over here? You might need to do another thing to this, which might or might not be a blah-blah-blah procedure”.


Me: “Sure. OK.”


George: “And over here? Here’s another thingamabob that might be a factor. It’s a whozamawhatzit. You probably have to blah-blah-blah it, and then blah blah, with the blah blah blah.”


Me: “Got it. No problem.”


That’s not to say that I wasn’t listening. I was listening, I just wasn’t doing a great job of absorbing. Too many other things on my mind, like: don’t forget to bring the cute sunglasses, and did I pack enough underwear.


Priorities, you know?


About now, you might be thinking, “But Kim, if you didn’t have hot water, how did you shower?” Good question. The answer is: I didn’t. That’s right. The last shower I had before today was Tuesday morning. Not to worry, though, because for the last few days, I resorted to the Pioneer woman method: I heated up water in the microwave for sponge-baths and sink-shampoos.


But as of today, I was very much done with that method, so I started to think about the hot water situation. I made an honest effort to remember all of George’s instructions, but, as you noticed in the segment above, I didn’t really have enough to do the job.


So I did what every good pioneer woman does in these situations: I googled it. I found several YouTube videos on the subject, which, along with what I vaguely remembered of George’s instructions, were enough to get things up and running. I’m pretty proud of myself, despite the fact that all it really took was a screwdriver, and the flip of a few switches.


And I’ll tell you what, that was a GOOD shower! Cricket says I smell much better now, which, to be honest, disappoints her a little. That’s OK, though. This is Florida. I’ll be sweaty and smelly again tomorrow. Not complaining, mind you. It beats shoveling snow!


Peace, my friends.


Kimba


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