|This is nothin' compared to how I felt this morning!!|
Just in case you think life on the road is all peaches ‘n cream, allow me to lay that myth to rest. One way in which living in a converted bus is different than living in a home is plainly obvious in the shower.
To start with, all of our plumbing is under the floor of the bus, and that means it is neither heated nor cooled. It is merely outdoor temperature. Our water heater can only heat the shower water so many degrees warmer than the water going into it. So, that makes the shower frustratingly hot in the summer, and cold in the winter.
Today, another dynamic was added: having to greatly conserve water because we’re running on the tank. Now, our onboard tank hold 100 gallons of water, which gets us through a whole day’s worth of showers for 6 people plus one load of laundry. That’s not bad. And that usually works fine until we get to our destination where we can hook up to a water source…unless something happens and we don’t make it to our destination, like last night.
Everything was going fine until my husband, Iron Stomach Raub, got sick…terribly sick. The odd thing is, in all the years I’ve known him (which is about thirty-three!) he’s NEVER gotten sick like that. He’s gotten sick in other ways, but not stomach sick. Unfortunately, he’s the only driver of this mess, and so we didn’t make it to our destination. Instead, we spent the night in a Walmart parking lot.
That means that the water which was slated to last for a day has to last for an undetermined amount of time.
But, back to the shower.
This morning, I had to take a shower that used about 1 to 2 gallons of water.
But to complicate matters, it was cold last night, about 31 degrees. And our shower room has no heat.
I estimate my water temperature to be about 50-60 degrees, and the shower room air temperature to be about the same, but the floor of the shower room was about 40 degrees. Add to that, the fact the condensation builds up inside the rooftop vent (35 degrees) and drips down on my back (no longer 98.6 degrees) because there’s only 2 feet worth of space in the shower room. Yikes!
I think I was an icicle when I got out.
But I succeeded in only using my allotted amount of water!
Hopefully, My Beloved will be better soon…(like, in the next few hours??) and we can roll along.