The solar panels arrived today! It’s nice to have something tangible to work with, seeing as pretty much everything else is up in the air at this point. The solar panels have to go on the roof. That much I know. The rest is a big giant question mark that I hope will be figured out soon.
I’m officially in a hurry. I have until the third week of October to finish up the conversion, put all my stuff into storage, remodel the condo’s bathrooms, and move out of my condo. Seeing as it’s taken four months just to get this far, I’m predicting that it’s going to get pretty hectic around here. It’s time to start prioritizing. There are things that I have to do before moving into the van, and there are things than can be done later. Unfortunately, the “do it later” list is much shorter than the “do it now” one.
Why the hurry? As you probably know, my mom is taking care of my dad, who has dementia. Her sister flew over from the Philippines to help, and she’s only here until the third week of October. After that, my mom either has to fend for herself, put my dad is a skilled nursing facility, or I have to step in (to a greater capacity than I am already). I’m operating under the assumption that the third option will prevail.
And there’s always the grim possibility that my dad may not live to see October.
This post sure spiraled downward quickly, didn’t it?
Sad as it is, that’s the reality. There is no good time for any family member to fall ill. We do what we have to do.
So, from now until the van is finished, I’ve resolved to waste as little time as possible. This means no wasting time checking Facebook, no movies, limited socializing, and no dining out unless it’ll take less time than dining in. Exercise is okay, because I don’t want to have to go shopping to buy new clothes—that would take too much time.
This also means that I’ll have to start hiring pros in order to save time. Fabrication and installation of the solar panel rack will have to be contracted out. Same the propane tank mount (although I was planning on contracting that out anyway, at the advice of Jef’s uncle).
And what happens after October? Gypsy will finally be complete enough to live in… and I’ll be spending 90% of my time living at my parent’s house, taking care of my dad. Cue sound effect. Such is life.