struggle to maneuver parts around the piping on the floor, he
decided he would have to carry it himself.
The top crate had the sink, light
and electrical fixtures and minor bits like shelves and racks. On one side
there was the toilet, a one gallon flush model. The tub was a stack of four
fiberglass panels with a plastic door. All the fixtures were wrapped in plastic
with directions as well. At the very bottom was a tank less water heater.
He would have to wait on the
toilet; it would have to rest on the floor once it was poured and cured. The
tub was something different however; it could go in on the rails laid out for
its base. The rails around it would allow him to attach the fiberglass to them.
He would need to caulk the inside seams carefully.
It took him a while to get it
sorted out; he had banged his fingers and scraped his hip before he was
finished. It was a bit crude, but he felt a surge of pleasure, knowing he was
getting there... if slowly.
He hurried through lunch, taking
bite from his MRE while flipping through the manual for the sink hook up. The
tankless water heater was rather neat; he had over thirty of them. Each was the
size of a small suitcase, but could provide unlimited hot water on demand.
Pipes arrayed like a radiator were inside the plastic box, along with
electrical heating devices and a lot of insulation.
Each of these boxes would allow
him to have hot water without having to run a lot of extra lines and insulation
all through the walls and floors. This one would service this bathroom as well
as the sinks in the planned nearby infirmary.
He checked the weather with a
look outside, it was just sprinkling, but the distant skies were still clouded
over. “Beware the ides of March,” he muttered, slapping his hat into his thigh
and then returning to work.
He came up for air sometime
around dinner time, or at least when his stomach refused to quit rumbling. The
bathroom hook up had gone in with only limited fuss. With that experience he
had knocked out the kitchen area, then the storerooms.
He took the time to splash
through the puddles to the mobile home. There was a small break in the storm,
allowing him to get there without getting totally drenched. He brushed the
water off in the entryway, letting the animals sniff him down in their usual
greetings. Hera and the kittens were pretty insistent; he petted her as he
nuked a meal in the microwave. “You’re going to love all the nooks and crannies
to explore once I am done huh?” he asked her as she purred. “Doing this for
your benefit huh?” he teased, tweaking her ears affectionately. She batted at
his hand, then at the nose of Max who insisted he had to have attention too.
Giving Max’s jowls a good rub; he picked up the hot meal and dug in.
After diner he watched the rain
for a bit, sitting in the back by the window. Hera was happy, occupying his lap
while Max gave the occasional suffering sigh of neglect on the floor at his
feet. The kittens were having a ball, playing with each other and Max’s
twitching tail.
Perhaps it was a good thing this
storm had hit; he was getting a bit more done on the home front. Concern for
the animals, crops, and cement was momentarily forgotten. It was good to get
into this, if he kept it up he might be able to move in once the storm cleared
and the floors dried.
Power and heat were going to be a
pain; he had the equipment, but had so much to do it was impossible to get to
them right now. He knew it was important, but he had too many balls to juggle.
If the storm held into the next week he might be able to survey the first
hydroelectric sites.
The next morning the morning
progress report had him concerned. One of the GP’s was down, it had broken down
outside late in the evening. He looked outside as he took the last sip from his
coffee. It was still gloomy with clouds, but no rain. Taking a chance, he left
his weather gear behind to splash to the robot.
One look made him swear. Rocks
and
decided he would have to carry it himself.
The top crate had the sink, light
and electrical fixtures and minor bits like shelves and racks. On one side
there was the toilet, a one gallon flush model. The tub was a stack of four
fiberglass panels with a plastic door. All the fixtures were wrapped in plastic
with directions as well. At the very bottom was a tank less water heater.
He would have to wait on the
toilet; it would have to rest on the floor once it was poured and cured. The
tub was something different however; it could go in on the rails laid out for
its base. The rails around it would allow him to attach the fiberglass to them.
He would need to caulk the inside seams carefully.
It took him a while to get it
sorted out; he had banged his fingers and scraped his hip before he was
finished. It was a bit crude, but he felt a surge of pleasure, knowing he was
getting there... if slowly.
He hurried through lunch, taking
bite from his MRE while flipping through the manual for the sink hook up. The
tankless water heater was rather neat; he had over thirty of them. Each was the
size of a small suitcase, but could provide unlimited hot water on demand.
Pipes arrayed like a radiator were inside the plastic box, along with
electrical heating devices and a lot of insulation.
Each of these boxes would allow
him to have hot water without having to run a lot of extra lines and insulation
all through the walls and floors. This one would service this bathroom as well
as the sinks in the planned nearby infirmary.
He checked the weather with a
look outside, it was just sprinkling, but the distant skies were still clouded
over. “Beware the ides of March,” he muttered, slapping his hat into his thigh
and then returning to work.
He came up for air sometime
around dinner time, or at least when his stomach refused to quit rumbling. The
bathroom hook up had gone in with only limited fuss. With that experience he
had knocked out the kitchen area, then the storerooms.
He took the time to splash
through the puddles to the mobile home. There was a small break in the storm,
allowing him to get there without getting totally drenched. He brushed the
water off in the entryway, letting the animals sniff him down in their usual
greetings. Hera and the kittens were pretty insistent; he petted her as he
nuked a meal in the microwave. “You’re going to love all the nooks and crannies
to explore once I am done huh?” he asked her as she purred. “Doing this for
your benefit huh?” he teased, tweaking her ears affectionately. She batted at
his hand, then at the nose of Max who insisted he had to have attention too.
Giving Max’s jowls a good rub; he picked up the hot meal and dug in.
After diner he watched the rain
for a bit, sitting in the back by the window. Hera was happy, occupying his lap
while Max gave the occasional suffering sigh of neglect on the floor at his
feet. The kittens were having a ball, playing with each other and Max’s
twitching tail.
Perhaps it was a good thing this
storm had hit; he was getting a bit more done on the home front. Concern for
the animals, crops, and cement was momentarily forgotten. It was good to get
into this, if he kept it up he might be able to move in once the storm cleared
and the floors dried.
Power and heat were going to be a
pain; he had the equipment, but had so much to do it was impossible to get to
them right now. He knew it was important, but he had too many balls to juggle.
If the storm held into the next week he might be able to survey the first
hydroelectric sites.
The next morning the morning
progress report had him concerned. One of the GP’s was down, it had broken down
outside late in the evening. He looked outside as he took the last sip from his
coffee. It was still gloomy with clouds, but no rain. Taking a chance, he left
his weather gear behind to splash to the robot.
One look made him swear. Rocks
and
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