Last year, I said to myself, “Next year, I’m going to see the air show!” Because last year, I was on the bus heading to my parents place for the day and would be missing it.
This year, I’m sitting in my office, fully aware that I don’t have slush funds to afford the gate fee and I’d much rather go watch the new Start Trek movie than watch planes fly around. In 30+ weather.
The air conditioning of a theatre certainly is a deciding factor.
Maybe I can convince Mom to go to the movies with me this weekend.
It’s been interesting. Back in late 2014, I sent letters to my two credit card companies: BMO and MBNA. It was a simple message telling them the final payments had been made and I wanted those accounts closed (I had literally cut up the cards)(No one ever needs a 19.9%). Continue reading
I love these little guys. They’re like baby mafia.
There are six of them now in my tank: three are green, two are regular stripes, and one albino. I may just call the albino, Hidan. He’s not the biggest of the group, but he’s the only one I’ve seen nip at the tail of the bristlenose pleco. And Snooki is already two inches long (yes, Adam named the pleco “Snooki”).
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but a couple of months ago a co-worker gave me a tomato plant.
I gotta say, other than herbs, this is the first time I’ve seen fruit on the vine on a plant that I’m exclusively responsible for.
It’s kind of a good feeling? But at the same time, really not what I should be getting into. It’s too late to start a deck garden. Hell, I may be moving in the next few weeks. So not the time for this.
Erm. The moving thing is a whole other topic–which I will not be getting into right now.
I’m just going to take care of my one veggie plant and hope that I’ll get to eat the tomoatoes… before the bugs do.
Oops. Didn’t realize a month had already gone by!
There’s been a few job interviews here and there, but still no bites. On the home front, I’ve been having a few challenges. One of the biggest events is the ich infestation in my community fish tank.
Two and a half weeks ago, I brought home a bristle nose pleco. Into the main community tank she went. Unfortunately, I think she also brought along a few parasites. (Funny enough, we’ve named her Snooki).
One week ago, Adam spotted white speckles on one of the tetra fish and after some research, I switched out half the water and turned up the temperature (at 86 degrees, the parasites stop infecting new fish).
The next day, I went to work (pet store) and nabbed some medication. After another 50% water change, I dosed the tank.
At first, it seemed like things would get better… Nope!
For three days, my fish died by the bunches. The original tank held 14 fish. It now holds 3: Snooki and two corydoras. All the deco and gravel have been taken out. There’s been so many water changes. It’s looking pretty sad to be honest.
On the other hand, there’s Steve!
Yesterday after work, I picked up a bag of filter floss (pillow stuffing) and replaced all my filter sponges with the stuff. The community tank had a filter that used a very thin pre-packaged screen that seemed to be constructed specifically to be as dinky as possible and disposable. It’s a good filter, its filter media (materials) are just money sinks though. So thus the filter floss.
Steve’s mini filter ran off a cheap sponge and a bag of carbon I had put together. However, I don’t need the carbon all the time and since he’s still healing from fin rot, I needed to put some medication in and the carbon had to go anyway.
That filter floss really made a difference, huh?
Right now, I’ve got a few ceramic beads in the filter to grow some helpful bacteria. The motor on the filter is hella strong for something so tiny. I had to take the cheap sponge and wiggle it over the outflow nozzle. Thankfully, it did the trick. As a bonus, the sponge is black, so it’s hard to see behind the fake plant!
There’s an under gravel filter rigged up in his tiny tank which is overkill on the filtration, but I had the air pump set up for the community tank anyway.
I’m thinking of switching from gravel to sand. Any time Steve misses a bit of food, it drops down into the rocks and he can’t get to it. Which means, it rots down in there until I do a cleaning. The community tank too, since the cat fish are happier with smooth sand grains rather than rough gravel.
But all that is going to have to wait for a week or so. Too much going on now with not enough money.