Update #2
So, on the day of FLYING’s paperback release, I completely failed to celebrate.
A lack of celebration is intensely wrong, but I am totally okay with it because I am super busy today anyway. Why am I busy?
1. I have to go to a Town Council Meeting
2. I had to go to a programming committee meeting for the Criterion Theatre.
3. I actually had to do my own writing work and other work work.
4. I have to erase our house of all of our existence because we accidentally double rented another house. This has happened twice this year and it means we have to vacate our house so people on vacation can stay here. It is terrible to move out of your own house for a week, but it gives me good practice for when we have the travel trailer next summer and do it on purpose.
Speaking of the travel trailer . . .
There is a rotten place in the travel trailer. I kind of posted about this on Facebook, but I’m going to elaborate here. So, on August 10, The Man started ripping up the floor in the travel trailer thingie because there is a rotting place by the door.
I said, “Is it a big deal?”
I said this because I worry.
Sparty the Dog whimpered and moved back to sit on the porch and just watched. He also worries.
And The Man said, “Of course not. Do not worry.”
He said this because he never worries.
Sparty the Dog and I just kept watching and worrying.
Then The Man started poking at other places of floor by the little rotten patch and he made a noise I’ve never heard him make before. It was a sharp intake of breath with a possible gurgling noise. I thought about calling the EMTs. I paused. Honestly, you should never pause when thinking about calling an ambulance, but this time it worked out.
So, I paused and I said, “What!?!”
And he said, “Nothing. Something. Nothing.”
He is a terrible, terrible liar.
So, since then, there has been (cough) no redoing of the travel trailer. Instead, we are cleaning the house. A lot. And moving all of our possessions. There are absolutely no rotting places in our actual house. It’s a nice house. Win! You should rent it for a week next summer.
So, the trailer remodel?
Well, it was on hold for quite awhile becaue The Man and I were busy doing other things. Note to self: Quit all other things.
https://vc.videos.livejournal.com/index/player?player=new&record_id=828861
So, the trailer remodel?
You’ll notice via the video above, that I went into the trailer all by myself today.
This was a mistake.
I should never ever go into the trailer by myself.
Also, I totally found Sparty. . .
The Magic of a Pressure Washer
So, this weekend we finally had a day to focus on the travel trailer remodel.
I know that most remodeling people post a BEFORE AND AFTER triumphant end post where you see the beautiful end result. I am not like that. I’m here to tell you about all the boring tantalizing aspects in case you want to do this yourself.
So, the outside of the trailer looked like… Well, it looked like a dirty trailer. In order to paint it, we had to clean it, and it needed a lot of cleaning.

See that? That’s lichen and stuff. That’s basically the beginning of an ecosystem on a trailer. Or maybe alien parasites ready to demolish the earth. So, of course, we needed to kill it.
I am not a person who knows a lot about tools. My stepdad was a contractor and my dad was a mechanic and a truck driver, but none of their handiness or mechanical savy was passed on to me despite my dad’s insistence on stopping the car and getting out and touching every tractor we ever drove by. So, I thought a house and a scrub brush would work. It totally did not work.
Man: We just need a pressure washer.
Me: What is such a thing?
Man: It is basically magic.
So, I had to defer to The Man on the purchase of this DeWalt pressure washer from Home Depot.
Him: Yes.
Me: Okay.
Him: Are you going to ask me how much it costs?
Me: With some things, it’s just better not to know. Like houses and pressure washers and engagement rings and dog surgeries.
Him:
Me:
Him: Maybe we can write it off somehow.
Me:
Him:
Me: Okay.
This is the magical, little monster we bought.

I know! I swear this reads like we received a sponsorship from Home Depot or DeWalt, but sadly I am getting no money for this blog. I am only spending money.
*Obviously, I need to get a bit more skilled in this sponsorship thing.*
Anyways, The Man put the monster together and once he figured out how the fuel switch worked, he fired up the baby, which roared like a dragon from Game of Thrones and completely took names and demolished the mini-ecosystem on the travel trailer.

Anyways, the man did all the high parts of the trailer, and most of the middle parts of the trailer. I did the low parts.
Note: It is super helpful to have a tall person around when you are cleaning a travel trailer’s exterior. It’s also helpful at the grocery store when the top shelves seem like these unreachable summits.



I got a little excited and started killing the lichen on the front porch. Can you guess which post was attacked by the magical pressure washer? I bet you can!
It basically took about four hours to pressure wash the entire trailer. Sparty found this process a bit boring and retreated to the back of the fur-strewn Subaru to supervise. Obviously, he is a fantasic and constantly watchful supervisor.

I am super excited about how shiny the travel trailer is now. I’m even having second thoughts about repainting it. I am also COMPLTELY in love with this magical pressure washer. We’re going to use it on all the decks, roaring around the place like a water-breathing dragon, and then we’re going to move on to our rental properties and use it there, and then we’ll probably loan it to our friends.
It just needs a name.