I had no idea what a long day October 17, 2017, would turn out to be. It didn’t help I pushed myself by writing until about midnight. I finished at two and lay down but was back up close to six to take the dogs for their morning exercise.
Today I would be busy. My good friend Joyce was coming at six to spiff up my place, and Bernie and Chris were going to the dog groomers at eight.
I had a doctor appointment at 8:30. It was almost ten by the time I got back home.
With a small head of steam, I had just sat down at the computer when the groomer called. The dogs would be ready in twenty minutes.
Jackie is my groomer. She always does a great job. I take Bernie and Chris in every Tuesday for a wash and light trim. This procedure keeps them in excellent condition for therapy work during the week.
We had a short break before our therapy visit at one o’clock. I bought the dogs home. I fed them. I usually feed them at 7:30, but I was running late today.
We made it to our one o’clock therapy visit appointment. At two I brought the dogs back home. They would enjoy resting while I visited the Casita in the storage facility.
I had made arrangements with both Joyce and John to meet me at the Casita at two thirty.
It would be a special event for me. I was going to dump the black and gray water tanks and then remove the battery and take it home and put it on a battery charger. I’d just purchased the battery charger from Amazon. It arrived two days earlier.
Joyce wanted to measure the beds in the Casita. The plan was for her to sew a tube-type affair to help contain the assorted materials I’d pieced together to make my bed.
Pieced together? Yes, I had a pool noodle and the original seat cover as well as a mattress topper placed together.
Pool noodle? Life is always a compromise. The original seats… that can also become a single bed… was almost twenty-four inches wide. I’m a fairly big guy, and my shoulders make a tight fit. A pool noodle is almost four inches in diameter. By placing it next to the Casita wall, it forced the bed to extend an additional few inches in total width. Wide enough for me to be comfortable.
It’s a temporary work in progress. If it works… fine. If it doesn’t, then I will consider having a custom single bed made. The pool noodle is free and a cheap fix.
My thinking was a sheet sewn like an open pillow case would work to keep the three separate pieces together.
I also had straps to hold the entire jury-rigged affair in place. Joyce made the bed, and the result was good enough to scrap the original plan to sew the sheet. I would make the bed and use the straps. (at least that’s the current plan).
Meanwhile, John showed up with his grandson. Owen is a sharp homeschooled kid. He was polite to a fault. John wanted to modify the solar connection we had installed a week earlier. It only took a few minutes for him to finish his task.
We had tested the solar unit we installed earlier, and John wanted to see how the voltage was holding the charge. I’m not that familiar using a voltage meter and Owen explained the basic principles how it worked. Like I said, this kid is sharp.
I had two primary reasons for visiting the Casita. The first reason was I needed to dump the black and gray water tank. I had a new device I wanted to see how effective it was.
After a chat with John, I hitched the Casita and took it to the dump station at the storage facility. The device worked well, and I didn’t have any problems.
The device has a separate place to attach a water hose. It allows for completely flushing out the black water tank. The clear plastic tube lets me see when all the liquid runs completely clean.
With the dump task completed, I towed the Casita back to its spot and parked it. I have an electric jack. I needed the battery installed to operate the jack. Now I needed to remove the battery and bring it to my house.
My second reason was a different device I needed to use.
I needed some way to transport the heavy deep cycle battery to the car. I had to carry it at least twenty feet. I wasn’t about to physically carry it.
Also, when I got home, I had to transport the battery from the car to the workshop. It is a distance of more than fifty feet.
Physical strength was greatly admired by the Greeks and Romans. In fact, that’s how the Olympic games originated. One such game was carrying a heavy boulder. Such events continue today.
I am a dedicated wimp when it comes to such activity. My method of transporting heavy objects is to use leverage. In this case, I used a light luggage cart.
This worked well, even trudging through gravel to the car. It was much easier when I got home. I have a brick walkway and patio.
I’d been up most of the day. By the time I got the battery out of the Casita and managed to place it in the back of the car, it was almost four o’clock.
Then I ran into my first problem. I wanted to take a photo of the battery in the back of the car.
It is my first ‘smartphone,’ and it proved to be way smarter than my ability to use it. A magnifying screen displayed and distorted the display. The office was nearby, so I went there for help.
I spent close to an hour at the office. The woman was familiar with the smartphone (she had an earlier model). However, despite all her skills, the elusive solution remained a mystery.
A customer wandered in, and he also pitched in. It seems everyone has a smartphone these days. After about twenty minutes, he got an idea. He googled, and the response was to use three fingers together and double tap the screen.
It worked. I guess it is like kicking a car tire. The display cleared and my smartphone was now working again.
All this took time. I had arrived at the storage facility at two thirty. It was now after six in the evening. I still wasn’t home. I still hadn’t unloaded the battery and hauled it to the work shed and hooked it to the battery charger.
Physically, I was starting to drag, but I knew I had to finish what I’d started.
Within thirty minutes I arrived home. As quickly as I could… and by now I wasn’t doing anything ‘quickly.’ I lifted the battery onto the luggage cart and pulled it down the sidewalk and through the back patio to the workshop.
I attached the red clamp to the positive battery terminal and the black clamp to the negative battery terminal. I plugged in the charger.
Nothing happened. The lights didn’t light on the charger. No hum (if it was supposed to hum). I rechecked the clamps. They were clamped solid.
I even reversed the polarity. (the instruction book said it wouldn’t damage anything).
I was wiped out both mentally and physically. After all my work the battery wasn’t being charged.
Of course, if something is going to go wrong, it always continues to go wrong. In my case, it was my digital meter. I wanted to check the battery voltage. It was 12.7 by John’s meter at the Casita.
That’s when I found out the battery in my digital voltmeter was dead. The year is 2017, and my battery is dated 2015.
Defeated, I turned off the light, shut the door and headed upstairs. Tomorrow I would get a new 9-volt battery for the voltmeter and also get a new battery charger.
What a long day… some success, some failure.