Other than new bids and occasional animal visitors, our days at home are rather quiet. The camp that we are living in is still having the finishing touches done to it so there are a number of guys pounding and welding during the day which keeps us company. They are still working on the hot water and solar power but all the rest of the construction has been completed. I have been trying to use cloth diapers for Corinne as much as possible but it’s a little more difficult to keep up with when you don’t have a washer. So when we moved down here we brought a washer with us to set up in the camp. When we got it here we realized that it wouldn’t fit into the storeroom where it
was supposed to be set up so we have had the guys make a small platform and covered area for it. The washer has not been a priority so right now we just have a washer sitting outside looking a little out of place. Last week the washer was set up enough to actually put a load in, however I didn’t realize that the drain hose wasn’t installed properly. So I started the machine and went back to the house to let it go through its cycles. About five minutes after it started, one of the workers came and told me that it wasn’t working. So I picked up Corinne who was only in her diaper and we went to see what was going wrong. It took everything in me not to laugh out loud as I realized that all work had stopped in the camp so that they could figure out what the problem was with this new machine. It didn’t even occur to me that most of these guys had never seen a washing machine before. So there I was trying to read the manual and inspect the machine that was surrounded by a crowd of bewildered construction workers. The whole time I was trying not to laugh at the image of this crazy white woman with a half dressed baby on her hip and her new fancy machine. Somehow collectively we figured it out and the machine is running beautifully. The only problem now is that the guys are so fascinated with it that it’s hard to stop them from pushing the buttons and resetting the cycles. Every night before they go, until there is a proper cover for it, they lovingly wrap the machine up in an old mattress and a piece of plastic to keep the dirt and sun off of it until I’m ready to use it again.