It appears you can make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear if you try hard enough. One starts by changing the name.
In the case of “The Trailer,” it took about twenty hours of Bob’s hard work before I would even consider living there. He wiped down the walls, shampooed the carpets, killed the mice and replaced the refrigerator and stove before I was won over. At that point, we renamed it “Camelina” after the oilseed plant.
I had been talking with Jessi, Ian and Greg about renaming our new home and we bandied about a few names, the most amusing of which was Ian’s “The Tackle Box.”
When I told Bob about this conversation he immediately suggested Camelina and I took to it right away. After all, we are living in a community which calls itself Oilseed. I also like the name because it sounds like Camille and Camelot.
With that, we moved our stuff in, including our houseplants and started putting pictures on the walls. With a little bit of effort, we managed to haul off the residual piles of trash. Bob installed under the counter lighting in the kitchen. Then we started cooking, made a compost pile and put up a couple of bird feeders.
Camelina really feels like our home now. A home we can be proud of. So much so that we’ve invited houseguests and are hosting the first phase of a triple house oilseed party this weekend.
