FCD set up a very large (over 100 gal) saltwater tank and all sorts of support equipment. The tank was in the living room and the plumbing ran thru the floor to the basement where there was a filter tank and a RO tank and other stuff I can’t recall. Even with 2 of us, the water changes took a couple of hours, and the assorted cleaning tasks never seemed to end. We wound up selling it all for cheap to a guy that we’re pretty sure had no idea how to deal with it all. The piano now sits where the fish were.
I catch myself saying “my daughter/grandkids” when I’m in a conversation sans FCD. Surely it could be confusing to say “our” when the other half of “us” isn’t there. Dunno…
A glorious 62° to start the day - what a relief after yesterday’s low 90s with matching humidity. As I sat here catching up on posts, I heard a strange sound - rain!! Huzzah!! I thought it was supposed to end last night but a check of accuweather shows showers for most of this morning. It’s exactly the kind of rain we need! I know we got some yesterday evening and maybe into the night. (Mel knocked me out, so I can’t say for certain.) Anyway, another Huzzah!!
We’re back to highs in the 70s again and long-range, we might see 80° again a couple of times before the month is out, but Sept may well finish with highs in the 60s. Unfortunately, very little rain is predicted. But we all know how reliable long-range guesses are when it comes to weather. Like the two winter forecasts I saw. One was for much snow, the other was for mild and very little precip. It’s all a crapshoot.
Today’s plan is to ready the boat for tank installation - maybe this afternoon. We don’t know for sure it’ll happen this week, but hope springs eternal. My day started with a bit of blood. Our medicine cabinet is hinged on the right so the open door is on the right and I’m right-handed. When I reached in to get my morning meds, my right forearm came up under the corner of the door and, boom - blood! Dammit. And naturally, the bandaids are in the hall closet, so I stuck a bit of TP on my owie to prevent drips.
FCD was in the hall bathroom getting his morning meds, so he patched me up. I expect a colorful bruise to bloom. Anyone who didn’t know me would think I was constantly being beat on the arms, but most of the boo-boos are from our recent work in the bilge. Gardening can add to it, but apart from planting the crape myrtle, I haven’t done much of that. Anyway, it takes me a bit of time to heal.
In summary, Mel gave me a good sleep, it’s raining, and I’m a klutz. Happy Sunday!!