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Tuesday, December 1, 2020

Tacoma Camper Adventure


Tacoma Great Adventure How to Make a pick up into a sleeper bed
How to buy a truck story

Daughter is gone to sell Christmas trees in New York City.

There is a point when a parent no longer is in control. That sentence may not make sense to you during a pandemic. It's making me sad.

She's a photographer with a variety of frailties that make this a point of worry.

I said, "I believe this to be an awful plan and that you won't make the money you believe to be easy windfall."


She wrote a plan to sell the Jeep which had less than sixty thousand miles but the bed is too short for camping and had become expensive to maintain the six inch lifted suspension. She didn't want a giant truck. She didn't want a four door truck. She wanted a smaller pickup which would be easier to park but also could accomodate a sleeping bed and room for camera equipment. This came to older Japanese, Toyota Tacoma being the winner on the yellow pad list.

I attempted to sell the Jeep while she was in Cambodia. I took photographs and listed it on Craigs List, Facebook and a car waste of time site. I paid $23,500 for it and had added about $9000 of improvements- back gate, lifted, custom windows, wench, all kinds of off road tools as we live on a ranch off grid. I started with $17,000. which after three weeks, no bites. It must be price. I lowered to $16,000 and got a number of offers for $11,000 which sounds easy in a sentence but since I live fourteen miles from town and half of that is a dirt road, it's not so simple to meet people to test drive. This game played for a month. A lady who could not climb up in her high heels and was afraid to drive the Jeep had been my closest to selling. 

Work demands and life got in my way, so I stopped paying the five dollars for the thirty day add, and resigned to making for sale signs for the vehicle. The signs did nothing, again because my location is remote. Meanwhile daughter was trying to get home from South East Asia. The President announced the border was closed to China, this was never true. Daughter flew back from China to Hawaii in June 2020. She believed Hawaii was safer than California, in fact Taiwan or Cambodia handled the virus better than  here in the US. When she finally came back to California she was ready to sell the Jeep to move back east. We under- estimated the time to sell and buy. 

My brother in law gave us some tips and tricks to selling a car online. He took more photographs of details. He told us to also list and daily make some change to the listing to get it up to the top of the que. He had us scrub and polish every inch of the happy red off road beauty with 59118 miles. I started thinking she should keep the Jeep as I had taken excellent perfect care of her, yes Veep is her name. Daughter was still laser vision on a truck to camp in and now the boyfriend back east had her dreaming of making big dough in New York City at Christmas.

After 11 people test drove our buyer came to us.

"The lucky disciple." I said to my daughter on the phone.

He once owned same model same candy red color Jeep. He arrived on time on a Saturday with his High School buddy who adventured with him. I knew that Veep had her new family. (Veep is the name of the Jeep).

"Now with cash in hand we can shop for the Tacoma." 

I focused on trucks that kept mileage down, daughter hunted for trucks that already had a camper set up. Both these conditions are limiting, and given how much cash we had on hand...

We shopped everywhere. We drove to Oakland to see a truck she fell in love with only to see that it had lots of wear and tear and rust underneath which was not as described. 

We saw an advertisement for a truck with 69201 miles and the price was good. We called him and the guy sent daughter strange texts, as if he was drunk dialing. When we went to the park near his house, daughter got an anxiety attack. I spoke with him on the phone and realized his lingo was the same as another truck I saw on Craig's list. I kept quiet. He gave us his address and parked in front of his house was five Tacomas all which were Craig's list ads with low miles, older car, different name of advertiser. After examining the truck it was clear this man was dialing back the odometers by a hundred forty thousand miles and is a con man. He yelled and screamed at me to deflect his con. I left but did put a notice to the DMV, wonder if they do anything?

Finally when all seemed too late, too lost as weeks had passed and it seemed driving to New York in time was not possible: the right one came along. My brother in law also gave good advice about: EXAMINE the PERSON you are buying from. You want someone who is honest.

So we got the Tacoma and took it to my favorite vehicle repair guy: Caars in San Juan. Unfortunately the car needed almost ten thousand dollars in repairs to make it safe. Also J W Transmission wanted another three grand in tranny work. Because of the pandemic getting parts for an older car is a real nightmare. I learned how to shop on line for a HUB - there was only one in America for the car, sigh.

Meanwhile I watched Youtube videos on how to make the camper bed into a sleeping camper in a hurry. I settled on cutting 3/4 inch plywood into two pieces each sixty nine inches long (I have a Subaru and the pieces had to fit inside the rear to get up to the ranch to assemble without the pick up while it was being repaired in town.) My advice: measure four times, twice in daylight. That's the best I got. I had Home Depot cut the 2 X 4 pieces in store to save time.

I purchased: 3 rolls of reflectix insulation (one 48 inch one and the two others 24), and 4 rolls of velcro. I had two wool blankets, staple gun and spray adhesive to cover the plywood to avoid splinters and add warmth. Two old queen size sheets to absorb the moisture that will drip down condensation inside. 

The mattress was tricky. No normal mattress will fit inside the 69 inch length. We went to Ikea but the parking lot was crazy full and I got scared about all the covid people crowded inside, so nope didn't go into the mob. First I found a upholstery store in Santa Ana. I called them but they failed to mention they had a big fire and couldn't sell their foam (after we drove up there). Daughter has a little cry right here after the fire store sends us to the smelly upholstery store.

"I can't sleep on something that has rat feces Mom."

"Okay no problem..."

I never get discouraged, there were a couple foam places in Los Angeles and we call this wonderful place that cut the four inch foam in the exact size and it was sixty dollars (not the $150 the first guy wanted). 

After becoming an insulation expert I learned about R- values a long time ago when I took the contractor license test. I decide to fold the foil bubble wrap reflectix and make a collar inside around each piece that fits inside the recesses of the camper top. By using wood glue I increase the depth of reflectix to two inches with a one inch air cushion inside thus increasing the ability to keep the camper warm in snow. 

R = \frac{\Delta T}{\phi_{q}}  formula just to make you cozy

Another thing to consider- we as in the royal we- used screws to put the wood frame together in case we want to change it...
I sanded edges and used monster tape to cover the ends where a person's hands will reach under the bed to store stuff.
I wish I had more time to make a locked or secret compartment but this was all installed in three hours. 
In between teaching daughter how to drive manual stick shift for her departure the next day. We practiced 104 times stalling on the hill above the barn and not crying.

 





here is the camper being loaded. I didn't get in the new arms for the lift gate so it has that pretty wood dowel for a lift up holder, geez that thing hurts when it hits you on the head.



before pictures note the inside is all curved and your 2 x 4 pieces will need some hacking and chipping to fit inside


View of roof insulation inside camper shellhere you can see the ceiling panels 


 
some pictures of Veep before I scrubbed every inch of her at my sister's house I'm posting the pictures because I myself still have fond memories of my first cars and wish we kept them all


And wait wait if you are in NYC  65th and 1st Avenue please buy a tree from her or bring her something hot to drink

Monday, November 30, 2020

Wreath Creating






Making a wreath from the plants and greens around your home.
I collected: pine cones, dried lemons, pine branches, grape vines, old wire leftovers, eucalyptus, and olive branches. I will add rosemary and herbs to freshen it up each week of advent. 
All of the greens were free.
You need: good clippers, variety of found wire, and gloves
I thought I would glue or modge podge but did not this year.
I soaked the pine cones in bleach and water, not necessary I wanted them to
look frosty- a cup household bleach to gallon of water and soak for 24 hours,
then let them dry in the sun.
I had lemons from a tree that my neighbor forgot to water. I sliced the dried fruits and put on a cookie sheet in the sunshine for two days.
Two types of wire- one coated one to hold the grape vines to dry in a circle shape, and a finer one to attach to the loop.










 


Thursday, November 19, 2020

Happy Thanksgiving


 I like these velvet pumpkins. 

I want to wish you a Happy Thanksgiving.

No matter where you are I'm going to random pick someone who

comments and mail by USPS one of the pumpkins. (Retail cost $179)

no guarantee about how long it will take to get to you.

Wishing you joy.

Please wear your mask


Love

C G



Monday, November 2, 2020

Hunters Blue Moon




Hunters Blue Moon

November 2, 2020

The eve of events 





Tuesday, October 6, 2020

Red





Red is the name of a chicken who figured out how to make the hoot and call

of coyotes. You may not live where there are predatory animals that haunt but

Red taught Dixie a hen to howl with him imitating the meanest coyote pack.

She sings at dawn/ night before she falls to chicken coma, yes, as if she guzzled

two bottles of Merlot wine. Red is a brave color ~ now go make history


Copyright  © Caroline Gerardo 2020

Monday, October 5, 2020

Falling


FALLING

I find myself waking at night
the sound of the screen door
the smell of crushed sage leaves
the taste of quince in a mask

A dream, its not done with us

I see flashes of light in corners
there in darkness without a moon
there chickens hide from hawks
there is a stone in my rubber boots

A dream, its not done with us




I wish on marigolds scaring bugs
the fleeting tail of a mouse 
the sliver of summer sunset
the acorns ground to flour

                                                                A dream of fall
                                                                A prayer to fly





10/5/2020 Copyright Caroline Gerardo

 

Friday, August 28, 2020

Backyard Tales

 

 


About The Book


The Backyard Tales is the story of the bond shared between 17-year-old Mia Basu Roy and her beloved cat, Pippo. She seems to understand him far too well for a human. And he seems to have another life that Mia begins to suspect. She follows her cat to their backyard and down a very dangerous road which leads her to witches, talking animals, and a story that’s much bigger than what she initially suspected. 


Read this story to discover all of Mia and Pippo’s secrets, be enchanted by magic, and get the answer to a question that has haunted us for ages: does a cat truly love their owner? 



Book Purchase Link


Amazon India | Amazon USA



Book Review












Author Bio


Young Adult and Children’s novelist, Aniesha Brahma, studied Comparative Literature. She started her career has as a social media manager in a publishing house. Currently works as a senior content writer in a digital media agency. When she is not working, she is dreaming up stories, conducting sessions for her popular YouTube Series, Chai & Chill, or planning how to get even more books and bookish content to readers via BUZZ Magazine. You can read more of her work at Aniesha’s Musings and drop a line at aniesha.brahma@gmail.com

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Thursday, June 4, 2020

Black Poppy Poem


Jack Rabbit at sunset

BlackLivesMatter Poem

Trouble comes in threes I say
Covid fears rolls into protests
all the washing, spraying and
cleaning is not going away.

At my home, in the garden,
rests the spider veil of safety
booms from Camp Pendleton
have built resolve to harden.

You, don't live remote on a ranch
overlook  the ocean and a marine
base as if protected by a Sea King.
Stressed ancient oak drops branch.

Nights I awaken at four and check
the sky for stars and succulents but
fog of June gloom and nightmares
quarantine bends time into wreck.

Wind carries a song and demands
to end police unions, racism  and 
national list naming the bad cops
seeds soaked ready in our hands.


Copyright © June 4 2020 Caroline Gerardo



Black Poppy
white amaryllis 
Epi reflections

Squash blossom
garden gate

blue wild flower



Succulent planter
succulent planters from rain gutters
colors of succulents

color combo succulents purple 


Sunday, May 17, 2020

Sweet Pea Salve

Sweet Pea Salve

You're a prickly pod then a seed
I am here in this time of need
A bouquet for courage my dears
Let perfume rest your fears.


How to make the salve:
Gather a bucket full of wild sweet peas
Discard the leaves and stems
In a Kerr sealing jar push the flowers down to fill half
cover in olive oil
The olive oil should not be EVOO but make sure it is fresh and not old
The ratio is about a cup of flowers to 3/4 cup oil, depends on your jar
Seal the lid and put in sun for 3 weeks.
Strain with cheesecloth discarding the now dark flowers
On a double boiler (water on bottom dry metal on top)
heat 1 tablespoon beeswax with 2 tablespoons shea butter
Don't let it burn just melt.
Add the oil.
Does it still smell like sweet peas? 
You can add one vitamin E tablet (use a pin to prick the end and squeeze in) 
If you want to enhance the smell - a couple drops of real lavender essential
oil or a flower fragrance you love

Store in a tin with a lid.
Now when you go pick the sweet pea seed pods you have hand salve to
ease that prickly burning feeling in your fingers 

Copyright  © Caroline Gerardo

Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Life After A. D. Poem



A. D. Anno Domini was The Year of Our Lord.

D. P.  During Pandemic This moment sans time.

B. C. because those words have women floored.

B. P.  Old life's dandelion wishes often ignored.

A. P.  What to build in the new going forward?




copyright 2020 Caroline Gerardo


Sunday, April 12, 2020

Lavender Ghazal

Ghazal
Easter 2020

Sleep escapes leaving only stars to count,
night sky fogged over on Good Friday.

Focus on rosary repetition
while moon clouded over on Good Friday.

I asked, I begged, and remained on my knees
lavender scent misunderstood Friday.

Create wreaths, boil eggs, clean the cabin twice
children fly the way home on Good Friday.

Gave us a beautiful savior and son
in grave pain was murdered on Good Friday.

A quiet request to Mary his mother
bring back my babies please on good Friday.







Ghazal and instructions how to make lavender wreath and 
lavender Easter Egg nest. 
Bees are attracted to the lavender when fresh, my nephew wasn't
so happy with the buzzing of visitors at their door.

The nest can be dried. I tend to put them in my chicken coop for the
girls to enjoy the smell and pick at the flowers at night.

I haven't been sleeping and really hope my daughter makes it out of
quarantine soon.
Son is up north in college rented house, doing his classes online to
graduate in June.
Copyright Caroline Gerardo all rights reserved


Thursday, February 6, 2020

Sestina Poem Coronavirus

Sestina
Corona Virus Poem



Paper towel turns on.
Wet hands large glob of soap.
Cover with big bubbles.
Rub and count to twenty.
Shake for fifteen seconds.
Don't touch anything hard.

Sneezing gets your guard on.
Bless the elbow, not hard.
Share to wash with bubbles.
Our lives count on seconds.
Virus flies almost twenty.
Liquid or bar's good soap.

Glycerin rose is soap
Killing molecules on
surfaces that are hard.
The beauty of bubbles
scrubs away in seconds.
Give it a count twenty.


Rabies creates bubbles
It takes months not seconds
Bites cause one in twenty.
Clean a wound with much soap
reduce molecules on
muscle joins fast and hard.




Our panic is not twenty.
Will there be enough soap?
C. P. C.  evil turns on ~
No vaccine makes it hard.
Guns not filled of bubbles.
Virus spreads split seconds.

Life has many seconds
recall being twenty
the solution is soap
you desire to go on
without beloved its hard
memory pops bubbles

Keep strong, although its hard
recall: wash with bubbles
sing birthday for seconds
see children be twenty
the solution is soap
you desire to go on.


  Caroline Gerardo 

© copyright 2/4/2020 

Please wash your hands in hot water and soap for twenty seconds, some say to sing the Happy Birthday song, before you eat, touch another person, come home, before you touch your face. As a matter of fact train yourself not to touch your face with your fingers.