Environmentalism

Crystal Clear

I noticed this while walking along the ridge at Tiny House Ontario, with Liisa.  She takes better photos than I do and has a better camera so I am thankful again, that she was there.

It looks like a sci-fi creature, or something magical.  Perhaps a winter hiding spot for teeny-tiny angels who need cellular reception?

This is just one a crystal clear example of the billions of wonderful things that can be seen just by taking the time to look.  In the quiet undisturbed forest there are so many wonders.  This year, I have come to understand the true meaning of not seeing the forest for the trees.  It seems an overload to look beyond the beauty of these isolated bits.

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Tiny House in a big world

Yesterday, I posted about the people I know reacting to my move toward living in Tiny House Ontario and two things happened since then to make me think about perceptions – a little bit more closely.

The first thing is that my beautiful and long time friend, Donna, who lives in Kingston, Jamaica, wrote to me semi-privately about the last post: “I’m a little amused/amazed about the reactions to your Tiny House. People live like that all over the world, happily and joyfully!”  Of course she is correct.  We Canadians have so much space around us that we tend to forget, actually, we really do not know, that people all over the world live in little spaces.

I was oblivious that people would be able to live permanently in anything small until a few years ago when I had an opportunity to visit another beautiful and long time friend Sigita for the first time in Germany.  Then I saw this again when I visited Kafka’s home on Golden Lane in Prague, Czech Republic.  Both of these experiences did not make me want to live in a Tiny House, but they did show me that it is possible to do so, and to recognize that people can, and do live comfortably in small spaces.

Don’t misunderstand me.  I lived in a room when I was a student and I also lived in a tiny (240 square foot) one bedroom apartment when I was a young woman.  But I always saw these smaller places as being temporary – until I could afford bigger, better, more.  I did not aim to live “that” way forever.  The early part of my life was all about saving for a bigger house, and then when I got a bigger house, I wanted an even bigger one.  As a matter of fact, it was my large collection of stuff that made me believe that I needed to have a bigger house.  You know, so that I could put all my stuff in there; just like George Carlin said.  I don’t believe that I am a particularly greedy or unusual Canadian.  I think it is normal for us to expect to own a home when we grow up here.  Perhaps it is part of being a society of immigrants who came hoping for something more and better?

The second thing that made me think about people’s reactions, is that I got my first annual report from WordPress.  I opened it up to read and discovered that I have readers from other places on this planet; this really surprised me!  Given that my blog is only one month and two days old, I already felt pleased at just how many people stop in daily to read about my passion.  I have, to date had nearly 4000 reads, that is about 85 a day, and I really thought that all these reads were my friends and family.  I assumed (because they know me), they are interested in what I am doing.  Or at least worried that I might ask them a question next time I see them.  What I mean, is finding out that other people who do not know me are reading, makes me believe, I should acknowledge there is habitable land outside my own small geographic area.

Now that I know that there are readers from places outside of Canada, I want to be sure that I am not forgetting that to the rest of the world the concept of a Tiny House may be really quite normal.  Also to acknowledge that I come from a position of relative privilege, and I want you to know that I recognize that to a lot of people in the world (including in Canada), having any kind of roof over head is not attainable.  I do know that people live different lives not just here in Canada but everywhere in the world.  I do know and this and this is one of the reasons why the reduction of my footprint on this planet is so very important to me.

So, here you are!  From Canada, USA, Jamaica, Chile, United Kingdom, Romania, Ireland, Netherlands, Germany, Singapore, Philippines and Australia if WordPress got you all right.  Wow!  Thank you for reading!  Tiny House Ontario is just this wee spot which I feel is sort of sacred and I am so pleased to find out that other people feel drawn to it too.  The Tiny House has had such a huge impact on me and it is changing me profoundly still, every day, even when I can’t be there.

Here, I have posted a photo of Golden Lane in Prague.  The Tiny Blue House is where Franz Kafka lived and wrote.  It is much smaller inside than it looks from outside because the walls are very thick.  The map is of those of you who found Tiny House Ontario and again, thank you for stopping by!  

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How big did you say that is?

From time to time I run into people who know me, and they say they’ve heard that I moved home.  Then they ask “have you built on your land?”, or  say “I heard that you were building a house.”

They are nearly always shocked when I explain that it is built, and I am now living half the year in a 9×12 space with four dogs (albeit small dogs and with a little bedroom loft).  Interestingly, there are only two reactions to this.  The first, is that people are so curious and interested that they swing by, or at least hope to swing by, at their earliest possible convenience.  The second reaction is the people who obviously and politely excuse themselves from me, being cautious not to agitate me, and while doing so they make it clear that they have assumed that I have gone quite insane in the time lapse between when they last saw me and this very moment.  This is the reaction that initially I find to be uproariously funny, but also a bit little sad.

When I get this reaction, I make assumptions too. I assume that they have never realized that if they decided to live with a significantly less stuff, then they would not have to spend so much time at a job.  Then naturally it follows, without the need for stuff, one has a lot more free time to do the things that they love to do; as well as see the people who they love.  Ever optimistic about people, I like to think that if they heard this alternate news then they too might want to at least consider life outside of the consumer lifestyle and living in (or hoping to live in) a McMansion.   When I heard about this, I myself had to sell my 4000 square foot McMansion and move to a small 900 square foot home.  I also built Tiny House Ontario, so I really only reduced my footprint by a quarter.  I am not yet ready to make the leap to living full time at Tiny House Ontario.  My husband still works, here in Hamilton, Ontario and frankly the Tiny House is not yet ready for full time living.  I hope to have it ready in a year or two.

As a sort of disclaimer, here I want to say that, I do know that living in the 98 square feet interior of this house is not for everyone.  I also know that living off grid is not for everyone.  Probably, it would also not be much of a leap to say that a bunch of second hand junk furniture is not for everyone.  Perhaps wearing a nose ring is also is not for everyone either, I don’t have one of those.  What I mean, is that I am aware that there are lots of personal choices that we make.  I really do get that.  Even so, I wanted to show that there are other choices in how we live.

I knew some things for sure.  I knew I wanted land at home; I also knew that I wanted to build.  Even more, I wanted to build small but the silly building codes forced me into another even smaller option with standard building materials and thus my choice was made.  I followed through, and stuck to this extreme because I wanted to prove that there are options outside of the box store and one can live very, comfortably.  OK, I admit that comfortably is still a sort of a stretch in Tiny House Ontario, because there are no conveniences, but it is moving toward having comforts.  Still, even without these conveniences there are lots of really comforting things about living small.

So, for any of you who are still here (at arms distance and reading from the safety of your home), I suspect that you may be curious about the space and be wondering what it is like to live TINY.  I knew that you would want to know, so I thought I would show you what the floor space actually looks like with a person in it. Here is my model (husband) standing (somewhat unwillingly) in the kitchen area of Tiny House Ontario while I take a photo from the highest point between floors.  One of the battery operated LED lights is just in front of him, hanging on its hook, if you are wondering what is is… just a part of off grid and Tiny House living, really.

What I really want you to notice is the bamboo floor mat.  This is 5×7 feet with a few inches around it on each side, which is the floor space remaining after the kitchen, storage shelving, entryway, ladder stairs and sofa go in.  Plus, notice too that I added a comfy rocking chair, a table and two chairs into that floor space, which essentially removes a lot of floor space from play.    I was careful to get the sort of chair that could tuck in when I was yard sailing and dumpster diving for the furnishings.  I considered a table that connects to the wall and drops down as well as hanging chairs, but I liked this option best.  It makes for a bit of a tight space for two people to pass through while going in and out of the cloth porch (garden doors upper left) but even so, the table is a functional surface which I need to use often so it is worth that little space pinch.  Even with our dogs, I have found that six people can very comfortably sit here and chat as long as no one is moving around too much.

Looking at it, you would never consider this a roomy space but even so when people come to visit they are surprised because the space moves outward when you come inside.  It grows larger when you sit down and look around.  The huge windows in the place make it feel like you are part of the world around you.  It is ironic really how coming inside of something so small can make you feel like you have entered into something really huge.  I don’t know, maybe you have?

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Creative Trades

I had just moved into Tiny House Ontario when my cousin Vernie, who is also a neighbour, called and asked if I could babysit his dog while they went to Maine.  I love dogs so of course this was not a problem for me.  He offered to sweeten the deal which was not necessary at all, I told him, I would take care of the dog without anything.  Still he said he would make me a recycled wood bedside table for Tiny House Ontario.  A pretty good trade; of course I said yes.

Vernie along with being one of the smartest and most interesting people I have ever known, is a carpenter.  Really more than that, he is a comedian and an artist with a capital A.  He probably never had a lot of money to explore his creative side, so he created art out of things that people left behind, way before this recycled art became hype or trend.  I am a huge fan of everything Vernie does.  Really, if I had an unlimited amount of money I would love to have a big space to have an artist’s collective and I would most certainly want Vernie to be a part of this.  Not just for his talent but also for his amazing ability to recall history, family background and make me laugh my head off.  The man knows how to do about everything, except for how to train a dog, that is.

So, a couple of days later he and his wife left, a few times a day I hopped on my trusty little steed, and I went to take care of Andy Capp. When I pulled up on my little bike, there the dog would be, large as life, a muscle bound fool, with his tongue hanging out, happily waiting for me to bring him out for a walk.  It was not really like that, because every time the fool of a dog brought me on a walk (to remember).  Ok, so I am still not telling you the whole truth.  Actually, it was more that he brought me for a drag, all over the place, and often it was right down on the ground where Andy brought me and then he would jump on me a few times for fun too.  I spent the week sore and filthy from the multiple dragging incidents.  Despite the fact that Andy is about half my size he is about 10 times my fitness level and thus he knocked me off my feet into dust, grass, mud.  He pulled me into the ditch face first and also escaped my grasp more than once.

On the second visit before I knew better, I brought him into Vernie’s house and he tore the mattresses and bedding right off the beds.  He peed on my handbag too, that day, just for good measure.  It was a week of tomfoolery and chaos and I was mighty glad to see Vernie arrive home!  I have actually never met a dog as busy as Andy;  it is a good thing that he is such a beautiful animal.  Part Akita with all this gorgeous fur colouring, eyes and confirmation.  A stunning, and stunningly stupid, dog for sure.

Turns out that Andy hurt Vernie’s wife more than once.  She says that they are ‘not friends’ and I am sure that she means it.  She is older than me and he was able to hurt me too.  He does not mean to; despite the pee on my purse, he is not a mean spirited creature at all, but rather just an excited and very strong, goofy puppy.  I suspect that he is not the right dog for retired people.

Anyway, as for the bedside table, Vernie carved the door and built this gorgeous little cabinet.  I asked him to stamp his name on the back of it.  Since I am a huge fan of Vernie, I could not be more thrilled with this fantastically whimsical and creative piece.  Then who would not love to own this gorgeous creation?  Honestly, every time I go up the ladder stairs, I admire it.  I think this lovely little cupboard is totally and absolutely worth the week with Andy Capp.

Still, I have to admit, I will hold my breath for a moment if they ask me this summer to babysit Andy.  Before I agree,  I will of course hope that Andy will have calmed down a little with age; or at least that I got a little smarter and more prepared over the winter.

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Moussaka

I make moussaka a lot but only the vegetarian variety.  Still, on the last two visits to Tiny House Ontario I found that a family of mice moved into the gas BBQ.

In the early fall, a little mama mouse with five (about one day old) suckling babies ran out totally terrified.  Her little pink furless babes were (surprisingly) firmly attached on to her teats and stayed there whilst she she ran out of the base of the BBQ and about 15 feet away.  The poor terrified girl frantically squeezed into a crack by the Indian tree.

I wanted to use the BBQ.  Still,  I did not know about her and I certainly did not want to harm her or her babies; nor did I wish to see them out in the cold with no home!  This is when I put on a silicon mitt and carefully relocated the home right above the crack where she had squeezed.  I took the gorp out of a squash, and put this next to her newly relocated home and then took a pot and put this as a cover right on top of her nest (don’t worry there was a crack in the rocks for her to get out).  Then I placed a heavy rock on top of the pot and covered this with some leaves.  I thought that this might just be a great hidden and safe spot for a wild woods mama mouse.  Certainly safer than a gas oven!

On the December visit, after a few weeks away I opened up the BBQ again, this time and found that they had moved right back into the BBQ.  It was so cold that I could not stand to move them, so we simply used the small propane cooker and had tea and soup instead of roasting anything – particularly the little moussaka!  I left them put except to take a couple of photos because little genius found a small bag of mineral insulation and then built quite a little fort!  Here is the fort.  The baby photos are from the internet and not our woods mice.

Hopefully the BBQ keeps them warm this winter and they do not move into the Tiny House!

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