Que sera, sera, whatever will be, will be, but first I need more coffee.

Category: General (Page 53 of 55)

I didn’t like Uncategorized so I changed it to General. A catch-all category.

Pond Scum

We have a koi pond in the backyard. It started life as a garden pond, but later owners added koi to it. Koi are a kind of giant goldfish which are a kind of carp. We have only three large abused koi, Red Troll, Black Troll, and Norbert. Norbert is red with black spots. Red Troll is white with red spots and Black Troll is, you guessed it, white with black spots. When Melissa moved into the house she named them trolls because they hung out under the little bridge. The pond is barbell shaped if the barbell was elongated and bent in a curve.

I said they were abused because they do not behave like normal koi. Normal koi are like dogs. They are happy to see you when you come out and feed them. They’ll even eat from your hands. Melissa inherited them when she bought the house. And she’s been taking care of them ever since. I occasionally help out, but, alas, she does most of the dirty work like cleaning out the fish gunk out of the filter barrel. I’ll skim the pond surface and bottom to get leaves and pecans and I’ll even fish out the occasional branch that falls in. I am going someplace with this story and it involves a snowstorm that occurred November 30. We have four inches of snow in the yard. Anyway back to the fish.

The surface of the koi pond froze over. During the day we noticed the water level going down in the pond. Melissa thought there was a tear in the pond liner. And we’d wait until the water level got low enough and thus expose the leak. I had the thought that maybe the pump was leaking and didn’t bother to check it. My bad. Just as it was getting dark I noticed that the water was even lower. Snow covered the yard and there was a bare patch by the pump. If the leak was in the liner then the water level would go down to leak, but if the leak were in the pump then it would pump all the water out.

Thus begins a three hour ordeal to save the fish. While we were out there cleaning and fixing, Mystery, our small black and white dog decided to venture out onto the pond’s ice. This did not make Melissa happy and we put the dog back in the house. The water was flowing out the the of the barrel. We unplugged the pump and began refilling the pond and made sure to put dechlorinator in the water. We then took the pump and barrel system apart to clean and repair it. The sludge hadn’t been cleaned out in a while. It looked like a dark chocolate shake. Yum.

Mel had cleaned the shredded polyvynil and filter and we washed out the barrel. We had to remove it from its raised platform to do that. After hooking it back up the we discovered the water still went over the top. Turns out the barrel wasn’t adjusted quite right. There is a right angle pipe that comes out the top of the barrel and a hose empties into the pond over a rocky grotto-like wall. It was no longer flowing out as fast as it was being pumped out. The opening was angled down and up, so the water had to work hard to get out and the decided to fill up to the top of the barrel. Bad.

I put some cardboard as shims to angle barrel so the right angle opening was down and forward. The water finally levelled off but we didn’t take any chances. We added a hose to the outlet and put it in the pond. When it warms up some more we’ll get some plywood and raise the barrel even more and angle it properly.

I started this post shortly after it happened was going to go into more detail but got lazy and wrote what you got here. Maybe. I’ll rewrite it later. Yeah, right.

Your Drafts

I currently have six post drafts. I think some of them are just notes. Some are to be fleshed out at a later undetermined date. The urge to blog is probably the same urge to grafitti “Kilroy was here” except we say a lot more and think that someone might actually care. I am writing for myself but pretending as if I had an audience.

When you write for someone else you have to figure out how best to communicate whatever it is that you are trying to say. And it helps to clarify in your own mind whatever it is that you are trying to think about. John Gardner described writing fiction as a kind of thought process. I’m not writing fiction but I am writing and it is a kind of thought process. I think. Maybe. Maybe not. I’m a little confused.

Where was I? Oh, yeah the drafts. The drafts are pretty sketchy and not quite ready for prime time. I feel compelled to at least complete a few of them. I think they are worthy topics to write about even though there is no audience. I’ll also write new ones for this public journal.

It’s weird writing a public journal. One that theoretically that could be read by anyone but isn’t. I’ve read other journals and they say things that well just aren’t appropriate for a public journal. They mostly involve bodily functions. They whine incessently about stupid stuff. Or they say bad things about people they know or have known. I may do that but I won’t mention them by name. I probably won’t at all because, you know what, they may read it and get mad.

I’m sure the number of drafts I have will go up and down. I just need to clear out the backlog on the ones I find most interesting. Stay tuned. Or not.

I’m becoming a blogaddict

I’m beginning to like the sound of my own blogging voice. Something is terribly wrong. I am actually starting to like blogging. I suppose it’s better than blearghing—drinking to excess then puking. Someone stop me before I blog again.

Some of my posts actually seem coherent. I do see a few grammatical misteaks and punctuation errors. I might go back and fix ’em. I don’t know. I suppose if I’m really bored. Anyway it’s good practice. I’ll pretend to write for others even though no one will actually read it—which is a good thing as far as I’m concerned.

I know what attracts me to this is the typography of this particular WordPress skin. It makes my writing look good even if it isn’t. It looks professional. Scary?

It was

Yesterday’s elections made me think of this passage below. Some saw it as a victory. Some saw it as a disaster. I remain hopeful that it will restore balance and accountability.

IT WAS the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way- in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

–A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens

Dickens should never be forced off on children in school except for a Christmas Carol. I was forced to read Great Expectations in the 7th grade. I read about the first 8 chapters skipped the next sixty and read the last few then read the Cliff Notes. In the 11th grade I was forced to read A Tale of Two Cities. I managed to read past the opening passage, but thankfully they showed us the movie in class.

It was only last year that I read Oliver Twist and enjoyed it. I saw an adaptation of Great Expectations and it was pretty good. I think South Park’s version of GE was brilliant. So what if it had robot monkeys.

Enough of this digression. What will happen now that Democrats have regained the House remains to be seen.

Ronny, Mickey, and Me

This picture was taken in 1987. When I was stationed at Keesler AFB in Biloxi, MS, I went to the BX and there in the lobby was full sized cutout photo of Ronald Reagan. And they were taking pictures of you with it for 5 bucks. It was taken after Labor Day because I was wearing a Mickey Mouse shirt I’d bought at Disney World in Sept.. I was 23 when this pic was taken.

Ronny, Mickey, and Me

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