Tuesday, December 23, 2025

2025 Hay Holiday Letter of Truth

Hay Holiday Letter of Truth 2025
The truth and nothing but the truth about this past year

My name is Darrell and I have a real estate problem. And some other issues.

The last few years I have been trying to get rid of some houses and apartment buildings to change things up and reduce workload and mental burden. While being barely successful at that shedding of inventory, it has led to subsequent purchases of other buildings for various reasons, some valid, some a bit less, but all well intentioned. During 2025 things occurred in an exacting order that made it so maddening, so it will need some flashbacks and jumping around to track correctly.
 
The Setup
At the end of 2024 we grabbed a super cute almost new house in Seattle Beacon Hill, to be closer to the grandkids (which I may have mentioned in passing last year). It may not have been thought through fully. That may be a theme this year. Great neighborhood, great house, good deal. However it didn't get used enough, so quickly was converted to an Airbnb. Rachel painted the kids' room in an amazing rainbow and decorated it to be super kid friendly, added accent walls to the boring flat white paint and we dove head first into the perfect niche at the perfect time in the perfect place. This house was just mopping the floor. Guests loved everything about it, it was printing money and always full. With the Tucson Airbnb that had been rolling very well for five years I became SuperHost Ambassador, and got "Favorited 1% Of All Homes".  It was fun and we took great pride in the entire endeavor. And to you, dearest Airbnb corporate, we shall return shortly.


Wenatchee
So my friends Tyler and Sarah in Wenatchee had their immediate neighbor, whose name I will not mention, but will call her Sue, because Susan would be too much to type. Sue put her house up for sale and I bought it in April. Why? Because garage. The house, meh, it is OK, neither good nor bad, but has some views and walkable to downtown and in a gentrifying area and had room for improvement. 

I have been traveling to Natch about every ten days or so for years. I absolutely love Wenatchee because of all the outdoor stuff there, and my friends, and my glider club, and the mountains and the clear weather. Sue's detached garage with alley access is just massive (it will always be Sue's Garage, despite me owning it) and now filled with motorcycles. Eventually it may come to be known as The Send Shed. Sarah, in wanting to get pregnant, has named their house The Seed Shack. Well, no, actually, that was me, but I am confident she will like it. 

The Send Shed has a 12x24 attached shop and a second level over the garage all framed in, but no stairway up, just a pull down ladder. This is like the perfect townhouse ADU (auxiliary dwelling unit if you are not familiar) over a man cave when built out. So sure let's remodel the house and build the ADU, then I can utilize the ADU and rent the house was my thinking. But the weather got in the way. 

Wenatchee has four seasons: Cold af, Spring, Hot af, and Smoke.

So being pretty much a lifelong Washington west sider, the ethic on watering grass is simple; don't. It will all come back in the fall. That doesn't fly socially where it only rains ten inches a year, despite people having the same number of lawns. It actually rains less in Wenatchee than Tucson, and only knuckleheads have lawn in Arizona. Sue just loved her roses and her huge lawn and her delicate little flowers that need water and fertilizer and trimming and miles of sprinkler system and drip irrigation piping and sprinkler system maintenance and sprinkler system yearly back flow prevention device checks and tracking of same by the city and her $850 monthly summer water bill. 

I take more of a Darwinian approach to yards; Yer On Yer Own, Bitches!! 

Trees, yeah, I'll hand water you because I respect you, but the rest of you delicate little assholes can just burn in the sun. Which it all proceeded to do. Quickly.

Meanwhile City of Wenatchee wants to know why I haven't gotten my yearly sprinkler system back flow prevention device check and certification. Umm, because I don't give a damn? Because I don't use it? Because my immediate neighbors all waste water and don't even know what a back flow prevention device is, much less have one, or have it checked yearly or registered, and look their lawns aren't green by magic FFS! Clearly I am not using my sprinkler system guys and haven't even de-winterized it, look at my absolutely brown grass, the dead bushes, and the barely recognizable roses. Except one rose bush, healthy as can be, The Rose of Destiny.

After ignoring the city letters until maybe July they sent a certified letter saying they were going to cut water off by the end of the month if I didn't comply or comply by removing my back flow prevention device and eliminating the sprinkler system altogether (obviously requiring a permit). I wrote back a second time saying look, I am remodeling, re-thinking the landscaping and not living there 24/7, so how is it helping the citizens of Wenatchee if you cut off my water? The device was checked a year ago, shut completely off and hasn't been run----which is more compliant than 99% of your utility customers. And if you do cut it off, which I am not entirely opposed to, please don't send me a minimum service bill. If you do cut off water the trees will die, and you will be creating more of a blight and fire hazard. I am doing everything in my power to save a precious resource and I will get back to you next spring about removing the device. 

Never heard back. Water still on, and I still get a bill. Who says you cant fight City Hall? Grass and bushes dead, trees alive, and we find ourselves in a situation.
 
                                                                   Gossiping Neighbors
Of course I only heard snide remarks through third parties from Sue about how the yard isn't being watered and looks like crap. Right Sue, and that is exactly on purpose. 
In the midst of all the sniping I pulled the dead roses and shrubs out of the ground, poured vinegar on the grass and dumped yards and yards of mulch over it. No mowing, no watering no fertilizing and it looks better. It actually is starting to look really good. Planning for some rock gardens and succulents to complement Sarah's (she grew up on west side also). Why is it that central and eastern Washington can't get with the program and use dry climate landscape techniques like legitimate desert states do? Wasting water and money and a freaking fire hazard. I also cleaned out the entire shed full of nasty chemicals to support the entire endeavor. It gave me a headache even going in there and I am not a chemically sensitive person. Really shameful Sue. Hope you hear about all about this from a third party. And I hope you hear about how absolutely filthy your house was inside.  ;-)

A Great Catch 
Along with her high maintenance yard, Sue had a waterfall dumping into a small pond filled with six HUGE goldfish. Granted it was cute, but seriously crowded, as the fish have each grown into the size of a cat. Upon leaving she declined to take the fish, saying she didn't care what happened to them. Fortunately there was a lot of fish food and fish water treatment and fish water filtration and fish water testing equipment in the toxic shed. After a couple weeks of feeding fish and dealing with their water I decided I did not want into Sue's vortex of high maintenance yard upkeep. Lilah named all the fish, and I thought oh no this can't be good, but fortunately she quickly forgot their names, so it was game on. 

After confirming goldfish cannot be used for food for people, I figured now would be a good time to google "dispatching goldfish". We found out there are criminal penalties for freeing goldfish, an invasive species, Nemo-style into the Columbia river, and imaging video cameras at the boat docks, decided against that. Dropping them out of an airplane was considered also, if only for a hot second and for chuckles. We found just the ticket thanks to AI and the resident hippies at the local apothecary shop; clove oil. After putting the fish in a few five gallon buckets, literally only two drops per full bucket of fish and water and they quickly, quietly and calmly went to the great fish graveyard in the dumpster. Thanks Sue, appreciated all the extra disposal work, although tbh we did get some laughs out of it.


                                                     Frantic Nesting (where are my kids!)
Also in April the birds start nesting at the Snohomish airport. Despite having cowl covers, the maintenance people working on the plane didn't put them all back on perfectly and within a day or two I had a nest in and among the cylinders. I cleaned the nest out, vacuumed everything up, and went flying. Small twigs way out of sight in the exhaust heat muff put super stinky acrid smoke into the cockpit immediately upon takeoff. After quickly landing and finding I wasn't on fire, but shaking nonetheless, I put the plane away and changed my underwear.  A couple days later I disassembled all the scat tube, vacuumed every crevice and every possible place twigs could go and tested it again. All good, I put the airplane away. A week later I come back and the frantic bird parents pecked on the metal cowling, denting it, and tore at the fabric coverings, got in again, this time making a new bigger nest and laying eggs. 
The plastic owl nearby (since named Sue) didn't deter them one bit. So now I had an even bigger mess..

 Below is the first airplane nest, and further below, the second Retribution Nest with eggs. 



Expanding on airport catastrophes, the airport flooded in December and only as I write this have the airplanes all been removed from high ground and put back into hangars. Unfortunately they went and moved all the airplanes to safety after I specifically checked on my insurance and hoped that if it got wet they would push it ALL THE WAY into the river. No fat insurance settlement. 

                                                                        August
So Lilah started Kindergarten this fall, and her mother Devon was state employed on a federally funded program and they got DOGE'd by Elon and Big Balls. This was just as they were planning for transportation and after school care for Lilah. The state went through multiple funding gyrations and prospective employment situations and she could not be around to pick Lilah up from school or do after school care, so Rachel moved herself and her cats back to their basement to help. This was all happening when the Seattle house that I bought specifically for this purpose and was now a very full Airbnb....well, wait, wait, not going there quite yet........so anyway Rachel just a week or so before moving had paid a LOT of money for a massive Long-Arm quilting machine and had it delivered to the basement in Snohomish right after the most recent tenant moved out. Her intent was to start a sewing and quilting business in the basement, but now she would be in Seattle. Not great timing for anyone really. Thanks Elon. Now I have a basement I cant rent out and she has a payment on a big machine she is nowhere near.

                                 My Epstein Files 
Guest whose name is Karen, but I will call Sue, because it is easier to type, was staying in the Seattle Airbnb sends a picture of the "smart switch" in the living area. This is a cute little device the size of two light switches. It is connected to the router and displays the weather, the time, and a daily picture of a nearby attraction or something relevant (Space Needle, Mount Rainier or whatever). It knows when it is dark and light based on the time, and is great for the exterior light so guests don't turn it off by mistake. It has a second small up/down slider switch for one of the interior lights. All five of the houses in this development have this exact switch installed new. Never thought a thing of it after buying the place when it was two years old. 

Her text attached to the picture said "THERE IS A CAMERA HERE!"

And she was correct. There in her picture was a camera. There was a tiny little button on the upper corner of the smart switch that you push and a tiny little plastic door slides back, revealing a camera. Never pushed the button, and had no idea. There was another sensor next to it without a cover, and we assumed it was a light sensor or movement sensor so it would know when and how much to dim or eliminate the display? But we hadn't really given it much thought beyond that. Now remember this is an Airbnb specifically catering to kids and families, and there is a fold out bed directly beneath this light switch.

I texted back, oh my gosh, I can remove that and replace the switch and can be there in two hours.  Otherwise close the slider, and there is tape and construction paper in the closet.

No response
I texted again, would you like me to come over and remove it, how can I help?
No response.

Two days later at the time she was supposed to be checking out I was walking out the door to go to Lowes to get two plain switches when Airbnb Security calls. 

Mr. Hay you realize you have a camera in your place? 

Yes, I just became aware of that and was headed there now to remove it (another guest coming literally hours later of course).

I am sending you the Airbnb policy on camera and recording devices and I need you read it and agree to it. Then I need you to remove the device and send a picture of it and the replacement light switch.

You bet I agree with it of course, and I will do all those things, thank you very much.

I removed the smart switch and sent them a picture before and after.  CASE CLOSED the immediate text said. Cool. Next guest arrives. Picture of the offending monster below.


Two days later a text shows up. "Sue has been refunded $1572". Usually if there is an adjustment to someone's bill, they have me agree to it and agree to the amount. This was a full refund for the entire stay. Oh well, moving on, I thought.
Airbnb gives 14 days for guests and hosts to review each other. No review from Sue yet. I was scared to death what she might write. In the final hour of the final day I blasted her in review, saying I have had hundreds of guests and only once have I ever had a place left so utterly filthy, and stuff missing (I cant even remember all the grossness months later). And then I said she is a scammer, hosts beware. She got her entire stay free by complaining to Airbnb rather than allowing me to fix an issue and didn't respond to my texts. That felt good. And it was 100% true.  I honestly didn't want other hosts getting hosed.  Airbnb scammers are a thing.

Many many days later, maybe even a couple weeks, one morning my phone just blows up with Airbnb texts. Why am I being canceled? What happened to my reservation? Where can I go? Did you do this? I have nowhere to stay tonight!

I thought this was a major Airbnb hack.

Nope. I had been eliminated from the Airbnb system. People had their reservations completely canceled and fully refunded, didn't matter if it was six hours away or six months. Probably twenty people on the two properties.  Once we figured out what happened, it was a challenge to communicate as AI would eliminate any phone numbers or email addresses. Learned to speak code and saved abut five reservations, but the writing was on the wall. A bit later I got an explanation in an email, and an appeal process. I appealed and an actual human reviewed the case I am sure and NOPE.  Hero to Zero that fast. My account was eliminated and I literally cannot even rent an Airbnb now.

Tried VRBO. Lame. Got set up with a short/medium term rental manager and only now recovering financially physically mentally and getting the buildings back online. Insurance has put the binders on both HOAs (and all HOAs more broadly) for short term rentals, so the glory days are over. 

                                                            Some Good News
Dad had his 90th birthday this year. He suffered a stroke a few years back and I was worried he would start deteriorating rapidly. He is almost fully recovered from that. He has done amazing work, keeping himself busy and involved. Pretty proud of him. Happy Birthday Dad, love you.


Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year Everyone!!!
                                                              




Sunday, December 22, 2024

2024 Hay Holiday Letter of Truth

 Welcome the 2024 Hay Holiday Letter of Truth! 

The holiday letter of truth about the past year. This year it is all about blood. 

New Kid On The Block (January) 

The year started off with our second grandchild’s birth, Zaid, born January 15. We initially thought “Stitch” would be his nickname because Lilah and Stitch. Ultimately Stitch didn’t stick and applies to me, as you will soon see. Zaid is a CHUNK, and after eleven months of non-stop eating seems to weigh as much as his five-year-old sister. He was six weeks early and a tiny little preemie in the Infant ICU. He started sucking down the milk and has not let up on the growing. Zaid has the biggest smile I have ever seen and is just a cutey. 

The End.  Have a great 2025! 

Smirk.....   

Slow Your Roll (February) 

Friend Tyler and I were riding motorcycles way out in the desert outside Tucson/Marana on a beautiful perfectly formed dirt road through some of the most luscious saguaro and Sonoran Desert flora I have ever seen (Owl’s Head Road). It was simply mesmerizing, and we were having a great time. Doing about 55mph, close to twice what I should have, drunk on the weather and scenery, I went over a crest on a hill that also corresponded with an unseen turn. Half airborne, brake action and ability to turn are limited I find, especially in loose dirt at an off-camber turn. Tried to aim for the edge of the road and make like a banked turn at a race track to bounce back into the road, but it was exceptionally soft dirt and the front tire instantly dug in and I did a Superman right over the front. The bike cartwheeled down the road to the left. I instantly landed upside down in the same soft dirt, no rolling, no skidding, just fly-fly-fly PLOP. Thank goodness for all the protective gear including back protector and chest guard. No damage to me other than very sore ribs for a few weeks and some pain medication and muscle relaxant at Urgent Care. Rode the bike out with one broken turn indicator, some dirt and rocks between tube, tire and rim (out of balance but not flat), and a partially tweaked rear sprocket. Caption by Tyler: 



Death By (To) Camping World (March-June) 

Rachel and I bought a small used camping trailer sight unseen at a dealer in Las Vegas, went down to pick it up and did a multi-stage complete counterclockwise USA circumnavigation. Sparing you details, and there were many, it was more than six months before we got the actual vehicle title. Let us just say it involved the Nevada Attorney General, threats, letters, phone calls, CampingWorldSucks Facebook group, Camping World corporate, and finally the Washington State DOL that got the job done. After they failed to fix several problems with the trailer that they claimed to have fixed, it was repaired at an independent RV shop in Tucson for only $75. Best $75 ever spent. #campingworldsucks 

Griswold Grimace 

Also in Tucson, we had a check engine light in the truck scanned and was told it was a piece of carbon on a sensor and the light is out now and don’t worry about it, that will be 100 bucks please. ”I’d like the sensor replaced since we are going on a ten-thousand-mile trip pulling a trailer and don’t want a breakdown”. Nah, you are good, have a nice trip. 

And so we left. 

It Just Got Dark 

After Tucson, Hill Country in Texas was the next major stop and we saw exactly nothing of the eclipse in the spot that was supposed to have the best chance of having clear skies in the entire country.  It was cloudy, and it got dark, the animals stopped making noise, then a few minutes later it got light again. Talk about anti-climactic! Not at all like 2017 which I really enjoyed. We had our bicycles in the truck and that was fun, and my friend Gary flew down with his sons to hang out with us at San Antonio Riverwalk and The Alamo----at least as far as I can remember. See what I did there?  

It Was A Dark And Stormy Night 

After the EclipseFail we thought OK let’s go the beach! Texas beaches are supposed to be great! Rachel found a state park with beach front campground on the Texas/Louisiana border just outside Port Arthur. In case you ever wanted to go to Port Arthur, well, just do not. This park was about twenty miles out of town past fifteen miles of oil refineries, at the end of a single dead-end road. Nothing like miles of oil refineries to put you in a mood for more nature. One way in and one way out of the entire area

We rolled in well after dark, dodging thunderstorms in Houston on the way and just left the truck and trailer connected and went to bed. Around 5am Rachel woke up, as she is wont to do, because the wind was rocking the trailer, and the rain was coming down fast. She started looking at weather radar on her phone and woke me up cause big things were happening. Next thing I know I am fully awake when our phones absolutely lit up at full volume. 

Emergency Alert 

National Weather Service: 

TORNADO WARNING in this area until 5:45 AM CDT. Take shelter now in a basement or an interior room on the lowest floor of a sturdy building. If you are outdoors, in a mobile home, or in a vehicle, move to the closest substantial shelter and protect yourself from flying debris. 

Rain coming down now harder than I have ever experienced, and the trailer was shaking violently. We went outside to talk to other campers and see what was happening and where to go. There were two buildings: Park administration building (ranger gone), but it was a mobile home, and a tiny concrete block toilet building and shower. There were about forty people now running for the outhouse. Trailer was still attached to the truck because we arrived so late, and was shaking so bad (with us inside) I was afraid it would flip. We gave up any thought of staying dry and went out in the heavy rain and wind and somehow disconnected vehicles and got in the truck, sacrificing trailer-with-no-title to be taken by the wind.  

We slowly drove to the vicinity of the bathroom and watched people cramming inside. Hearing the roar of the tornado, we knew it was getting close. Rachel says are we going in? All I could muster was unfiltered stream of consciousness as the crippling fear really started to hit us; the reality of being trapped by the incoming tornado in complete darkness with the only road out leading directly toward the storm. “I feel good in the truck just sitting here,” I managed. That quickly changed. Shit was getting REAL.  

Over the roar of the deafeningly loud impending tornado, and the shockingly heavy rain I screamed, I DONT WANT TO DIE AT 5AM IN A TEXAS SHITTER WITH STRANGERS, I'LL TAKE MY CHANCES IN THE SURF!! I was ready to open the door and bolt for the beach. Rachel more calmly suggested she felt better in a heavy truck with airbags and seat belts. And there we sat. The tornado went by us, just barely missing. Almost immediately I thought this needs to go in the Christmas letter. And so, it is. 

It did hit parts of Port Arthur unfortunately, and we went to check some of it out the following morning. Flattened a church, took out some trees, roofs, and powerlines. The trailer never so much as moved or leaked a drop of water. Camping World Bought, Tornado Tested Tough! 

She's just sitting there mere hours after storm relaxed and calm: "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT BITCHES?!"




Black Plague 

The next morning the weather was beautiful, and the mosquitoes came out. By evening it was a mosquito invasion. They were everywhere, inside and outside. They would just alight on any surface, like a mottled paint job. Rachel was absolutely possessed, hunting, killing, smack-smack, smackety smack smack smack. For hours. We could not keep them out. They exploited every tiny opening in the trailer, as if it were all personal. I really thought we were going looney. While the mounting mosquito carnage and amount of smeared blood stains looked like a small-scale crime scene, it was just like holding back the tide. AC on full to fight the humidity and heat, windows closed, heads completely under blankets, bathing in Deet, mosquitoes swarming, not able to sleep. It was hell. We wanted to be somewhere, anywhere but there. The following day we packed up and drove to New Orleans, left the truck and trailer in a storage yard, and flew home to Seattle for ten days.  

Big Easy 

We flew back to N’awlins and spent a few days in a hotel, because we were still mentally fried. It was such a wonderful luxury. And just like that, the reprieve was over. Rachel stepped in a buried fire ant colony at the storage yard right after we left the hotel. 

Florida was next and we went to our friend Jack’s and he had a brand-new casita in Duval County for us to stay in. Rachel started having bad stomach pains and had three separate Urgent Care/ER visits over the period of about five days in Florida. 

Medical stuff just shows our age, so gonna keep moving here. Oh wait, maybe not, more medical incoming: 

Big Bloody 

Meanwhile in Florida in between hospital visits we went to Boca without the trailer to visit more friends and I had an even more urgent issue that required care. While using the facilities at Cara’s house I noticed blood where it should not have been. Something was on my junk!  It did not hurt but was stuck. Prying it off I saw tenticles and we googled it. Lone Star tick. Not dangerous, but gross beyond gross and how the heck did it get THERE? It is a thing in Florida when you wear shorts. Two days later, Rachel got one, but not so strategically positioned. It was so romantic, prying ticks off each other and googling them. And to answer the inevitable question, no, it does not spread like that.  Sorry no pictures.

Go North Old Man 

Savannah, Smoky Mountains, North Carolina/Virginia Civil Rights Trail, and tearing it up on electric bikes in DC and New York City was the next phase---and visit Blade and Hannah in Brooklyn. No catastrophes. Many adventures. Left truck and trailer in New York City to get a break and flew home again to do errands and doctor appointments. Came back several days later and went with the fam and grandkids to Delaware Water Gap for a wedding. Beautiful! As an aside, I thought this Pocono mountains area at Jersey/PA border (Stroudsburg) and Harper’s Ferry, West Virginia were both more impressive than The Great Smoky Mountains, which to me are overrated, like Acadia NP. I’ll take my scenery west please.  

Bring It On Home 

Went to Buffalo and camped on Memorial Day. By now we were just plain getting tired of being on the road. All the rowdies were there at the park, with fireworks and campfires and parades and crowds and parties. We took off for Niagara Falls, Canada for the night to get away from ‘Murikka. Plans for going to Michigan UP, Ohio etc, just faded and we put the hammer down westbound and pulled an all-nighter to get past Chicago before it woke up. By the west side of Chicago power was reduced in the truck and the check engine light was on again. After a few stops in Iowa and Nebraska we limped the truck into Custer in the Black Hills, South Dakota, and spent a few days there. Awesome of course, because west of Mississippi. Meanwhile a dude attempted a repair by cleaning sensors again since he didn’t have parts ----we can get parts from Rapid if you got a week. Yeah no. The cleaning worked for 150 miles or so, power and mileage came way down in Wyoming and so we just drove it home over the next three days. Turns out the same sensor I wanted replaced months ago in Tucson was resulting in a bad fuel mixture and it trashed both the mileage and catalytic converters (yes two). $4400, three sensors and two cats later we were fixed up.  Well, until we weren't, but I aint got time for that.

Houses With Dad (July) 

Daughter JP put together an incredible spreadsheet of houses dad had built and remodeled (many with me) to tour. Dad and I spent about a week this past summer driving to see them. He was blown away with the legacy of it all, and how all these years and owners later they are serving as well-loved houses for people and worth ten or twenty times what they paid for them. It was surprising how some looked the same and were instantly recognizable, others we drove past and didnt recognize the street, much less the house. Some hung together incredibly well architecturally and others just hideous. All different eras, locations, and price points made such a huge variety. Some had had additions and changes that were positive and jaw droppingly intelligent, while some had been neglected so badly it was a shame. Two were painted bright blue---and they pulled it off, so more power to ya!  We stopped and talked to six or eight of the owners, and got tours, which was super fun. South Bellevue Blue 1977 and Sammamish circa 1991 pictured










Gunshot and Stabbing Wounds 

I’m not much of a gun person, but was offered to go target shooting in late November. It’s been a while since I have had bad ringing in my ears, so why not? Doubled up hearing protection I’m good to go, and why take stuff to Goodwill when you can just shoot it? Using the .22 it all was good. I was then offered a 30.06 with a dialed in scope. Never shot a gun that large. Aim an inch and a half low from 75 yards I was told, the barrel is cold. Oh wait, Darrell, keep your eye away from the scope for kickback”, he said. Ok makes sense, so I backed away an inch. I didn’t put the back of the rifle into my shoulder because it was sore; I clearly was not paying attention during assassin movies. 

Fired and that inch just gave the scope room to travel right back into my head. Blood everywhere and three stitches later I was good to go. My sniping and modeling careers both tanked that day. I totally got the shot, exactly an inch and a half below the center bow of the red present in the “H” of Christmas, and got a nice red scar directly center on forehead. 






More Blood (December)

I was doing some small repairs, replacing a pinched condensate drain hose to be specific, and had just bought a new utility knife. The hose was not going onto the fitting well, so I used a couple shots of WD-40 to persuade it. It went on well, but damnit, it is about an inch too short now. Plenty of hose left, I’ll just cut another longer section, while I finish this phone conversation. I have done this a million times, I don’t need to hold the hose, that’s why I have a thumb!  

Note to self: One handed cuts toward yourself while holding phone, fingers lathered in WD-40 with sharp knife results in fillet-of-thumb. It bled, and bled, and bled some more. I wasn’t going to go to Urgent Care, I had just been a week ago and hadn’t even gotten the stitches out, what am I, Rachel, with really good healthcare?! I have a $9000 deductible FFS. After an afternoon of sitting and elevating, I got the bleeding stopped and each time I changed the dressing it started bleeding again. Which is a pretty apt metaphor for the year. 

Bring me some 2025