Backyard Aquaponics
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I just noticed that if you put in a tiny font line between normal font lines, the normal font lines keep their regular spacing. This brings up thoughts of Kevin Nealon's Subliminal Man.

How exciting!

It's still pumping right along, no reduction in strength or anything, that I can tell. With only the two grow beds, I still have the bypass valve wide open to let the system handle the excess flow. I haven't gotten my second one yet, but I still plan on getting another one for backup, and I'll get the same model.

This is my weekend to work, so I'm plumbing mostly in my head.


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It won't work in Tapatalk, though. Your subliminal between-the-lines messages won't work on me when I'm not on my laptop.


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Dangit. If only, at some point during my working day, I could remember to stop and make a phone call to the fish guy, I might actually be able to have fish at some point.

*sigh*

Maybe tomorrow...

Geek.... ring the bloody fish guy....

I know, I know! I start off the day with the best of intentions, but by the time the fish store opens I'm up to my neck in patients needing to be seen, and I get all distracted and forget.

What I need is a fish guy who will call me back without constant nagging. Or at least one who has voicemail so I can call when I DO remember, which is never during his business hours.

Or a personal aide. I could REALLY use one of those.

I understand Geek... just reminding you...

Perhaps we should all drop by once a day... and remind you...

Maybe u can just get a different fish guy.

Our next-door neighbor is angry with me for having a rooster. He said so, in the hostile voicemail he left me this morning at 8am. (Which, in fairness to him, would have been 7am if not for the time change last night, and he's retired and didn't have to be up already getting ready for work like I was.)

I plan to live here until they haul me off to a nursing home some day, so staying on good terms with the neighbors is important.

On the other hand, I've always wanted to have chickens -- and by chickens, I mean hens and a rooster. I have fond memories from childhood of hearing roosters crow in the morning. For me, it's a sound full of happiness and the promise of a new day. And playing with the baby chicks at my grandma's house was one of the highlights of my childhood. I want that for my grandchild(ren), too.

After fifty-*cough* years I'm finally in a place where I can have the things I could never have before because our lifestyle was always so impermanent. Goats, and chickens, and a greenhouse, and a place where I will actually still be around to enjoy the fruits of my work when I clear, plant stuff, etc. I can plant an apple tree, knowing I will actually, someday, get to eat its apples. I can plant bulbs and still be here when they come up, and I won't have to scoop them into pots and take them with me if I want to see them bloom.



One of the things I checked before we bought here was that there were no neighborhood association rules or anything about what you can do in your own back yard. I hate those places where city people go pretend to live in the country but inflict city rules on everything so it's really just the city but with more trees. (Perfectly pruned trees, naturally, which conform to the list of acceptable neighborhood trees.)

I didn't go door to door to ask people if they objected to the sounds of roosters crowing. I could already hear other roosters crowing in the area. And I figured with all the other noises I could hear, bleating goats and barking dogs and unfenced property lines and stuff, they must be the real sort of friendly country folks who don't object to the sounds of nature or think you're supposed to be able to keep your cats in your own yard.

But it turns out my neighbor is angry that I got a rooster.

So what do I do? Indulge my desire to finally have my own complete flock of chickens, while alienating people I have to live next to for the foreseeable future? Or give up my rooster and resent my neighbor every time I go out and see my unisex, offspringless flock?

*sigh*

Things will be SO much better when I'm queen of the world.

Maybe you could just call him for me. I could give you his number...

That would entail making more phone calls.

I'm just really not good with things that require phone calls. I don't know how I survived until they invented email and text messages and the Web.

Shoot, I think I may even be older than answering machines!

Forget your neighbor. His complaint probably has nothing to do with your rooster. He is just resentful of his miserable life.