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Wow, what a difference a day makes, and it's not the garden of which I speak. The head is doing wonders. I can actually remember when things happened as to specific timelines. The rest of the week since I got konked is still oatmeal, but at least I appear to have turned the corner and am improving instead of getting worse or being stuck that way. I was starting to worry for a while there, especially when I woke the wife at 3:30 AM one morning, thinking it was 3:30 PM and she was still at work. Freaked her out to awake to someone grilling her asking when she got home, what was she doing in bed and why did she have her PJs on at that time of the day?. Worse, when I finally started accepting I was the one who may have been mistaken and walked to the next room I was confronted with the Hoover and rug cleaner being outside the Plasticine Greenhouse I used to call a recording studio. I turned and asked what she thought she was doing messing around in there, that I've told her time and again... and then I remember I was in there, last I remember so how could it have been her? I still don't remember dragging that stuff out and doing the carpet or what even brought it on. Glad I did, the place is spic and span as it can be, given its givens. She told me tonight that's when she really started to worry. She's used to me refusing hospital for things that just blow her mind that someone wouldn't go running after suffering. She was there when I was in trauma ER when the mitten got mashed. I was joking with the docs and nurses while sitting there with a hand the size of a cantaloupe wondering if I'd ever play the guitar again. That's another story for another time.
So, I've been busy the past 24 hours just trying to ketchup with things. This was a bad time for a first grow, between building the house taking all my time and then the lumping doing me no favors it's been a little rough but I'm not complaining, what doesn't kill you... and it's true.
I can now say I'm caught up. Everything's in its final resting places except the last 4 clones I took off the mainline. I've decided I have too many plants going at once. I can only flower 6. There is a loophole for MMJ patients like me in that the laws states "6, or as many as it takes to produce a 2 month supply of 10 oz. of flower and a certain amount of concentrate", sounds like a loophole to me, so seeing it's my first grow I could most likely win any challenge. But that's not what I'm about, I just want to save money and add a hobby to the music thing. Anyways, I'm going to look for a local Vet's organization or such to help me find a home for the clones next week. If anyone has suggestions I'd appreciate the help. I've got those 4 and Calamity Jane in the 2x2 now and switched off the Bloom switch but removed the timer so it's 24/7 to see if I can keep them in a holding pattern for now.
The 4x4 is now just cruising, waiting to be flipped when ready. Everything's gone far enough out that I'll let it all start shooting upwards until the flip. I'll just keep plucking them to prevent shading.
It's kind of melancholy, looking back now that there's not much to do. Again, because of other things, my first grow was basically a juggling act. Because of that, it seems like a tornado of disjointed activity, especially this last week. But then I think of it as being nothing but a good thing. I wasn't here 24/7 like Smeagol with a 'My Precious' tent instead of a ring. Kind of kept me on my toes, too. I had the Nitrogen thing and the timer thing and the thing thing. One wrong move and the lack of time for follow up could have bit me hard. Not saying I'm good, just extremely lucky it didn't go bad.
Ah, the thing-thing. I was sitting here night before last at 2AM (see, I'm getting better) playing my guitar with headphones, the lights low, when all of a sudden it feels like an icy mist was hitting me in the face. It felt like snow. Ever hear the expression the turbulence of butterfly wings flapping can cause a hurricane halfway 'round the world, or however it goes? Well, the wind from the wife opening the door to the garden caused a cloth bag to get lifted, un-noticed, far enough off its resting place for the AC intake to grab ahold and not let go. That caused it to start cooling a space the size of a glove compartment instead of the size of a room. That caused it to start acting like a dehumidifier, filling the base and carrying smegma towards the drain hole. That caused the water to rise to a level where the fan could start hurling it with great abandon, both on the cooling fins causing them to look like a freezer that's never been defrosted and the leftover out the exhaust and hitting my face in the form of sleet. The ice encasing the fins expanded and Freon started hissing out before I could take off the phones, put down the guitar, switch on a light, see what was happening, rip everything from in front of the window while choking on Ozone killer, turn it off, realize the only thing for it was the old heave-ho, un-plug it, open the window and give it a shove, causing to land on the asphalt walkway, 3 floors below a 2:05 AM the night before last. Yep, the flap of butterfly wings can be murder.
Also, I've had time to watch myself on video taped whilst under the effects of a melon thumping. I'm still laughing, wish I had a nickel for every 'know what I mean' and other nonsense I uttered. Other than that and the pauses trying to remember the last word out of my mouth, that's pretty much me. Knucklehead.
Oh, I saw my cousin today, he finally stopped by to see how I was. I started giving him 'what for' for not checking on me sooner, but it appears there's another part of that day I've lost. He said he rushed over when it happened and was trying to hold me up, he knew instantly I was hurt pretty good just from the sound of it. Apparently some part of me was with it enough to pick up a piece of 2x4 and crack him in the shins with it while I was bent over. He pulled his pant legs up and he had two huge purple lumps where I caught him on both shins. Like I said, I don't recall that but I do recall other things about the day. Good to know that even in that condition I still have some fight in me. On top of it, asking how I was wasn't the motive. He brought the house plans and asked me to help figure how much drywall he was going to need. If I'd had another 2x4 to hand I would have chased him out. I told him to go to the building supply store, give the estimator the plans and let him give you a quote. His response was he didn't want to appear not to know anything. I mean I was beyond gob-smacked. I lit into him pretty good, telling him they have sensors in the parking lot that alert staff of arriving dum-dums like him before they ever exit the car. That it's disguised as a slightly different telephone ring so no one puts two and two together. I went on to tell him it wasn't even needed in his case, one look at his mug gives him away, it's so powerful the blind can sense it. Did I mention he has more black belts than I can name?
I can't get too mad, after all it is all my fault. When we were kids, me about 5 and him 10, we lived right next door to each other. One summer day, while I was in the front yard playing with my Tonka trucks in the dirt, he comes over, shoves me out of the way and takes over my dig site. I go running down the cellar of my house where my old man was doing something and told him what happened. I'd like to think he put his hand on my shoulder and gave me the 'I won't always be around to fight your battles in life.' speech, but reality was he told me to leave him be and figure it out for myself while raising the piece of wood in his hand in case I didn't move out. I could have cried more, but all I heard was 'figure it out for yourself' so I did. I went outside, grabbed a half of a cobblestone that was near the porch, staggered up behind him and cracked him on the top of the head. He goes face down in the dirt, flopping like a fish and I'm thinking I sure did it this time. I run in my room and hide between the bed and wall, I know woe and misery will soon be my lot. While I'm hiding, I guess he went in his house. Next I know I hear my aunts voice from her side porch screaming my mother's name, claiming I just killed her son. It sounds contrived, but this really happened, no fooling. Long story short my father found my hiding spot, madder because he had to search and I got a beating. After I dried the tears, I went out to the yard, grabbed my trucks and took them inside. Seems even at that young age I seem to have to finish missions through to the very end. Didn't do me any favors that day, but has stood me in good stead more often than not. Now that I think of it, if I hadn't cracked him in the shins it could be considered that we were even, that he 'got me back' when there was nothing to get even for. He got his comeuppance for stealing my truck, he started it. I've been dogging him so hard in front of his friends about the cobblestone incident that he could have used this as a deflective tool. Glad I nipped that bud before it became an issue.
I remembered to retrieve a firewire cable from the closet I've been in 5 time in the past week but always forgot to get. Just getting to the door is a project, let alone opening it. Now I can set up a decent video deal. Speaking of which, I've got to install Ubuntu Studio tonight and see what video tools are available through a Linux distro. Anyone have suggestions either to a program or Linux distro I should check out? I wish Linux was more audio friendly, by it's a kludge getting a DAW going on it. I'm shite with Terminal.
I'm building something to access my plants better, even the ones at the back when they can't be moved. It's Lazy Susans on a Lazy Susan so I can rotate all or one, as desired. I've got two milk crates of golf balls I've been trying to find a use for, I found it. I was thinking I could motorize it, but that's version A1, I'd have to fashion slip rings and that to get it going. Manual will suffice for now. I could sit at the door of the tent and just spin them around to work on anything. Something that'd have been in place if I weren't so busy this time around.
Other than that not much has gone on. LOL
I'll throw some pics of the new arrangement in a while, it's going up for 3AM and I'm starving. Been trying to hold off raiding the Chinese take away left-overs, the dog hears the microwave, thinks it's for her, wakes the wife who thinks she's go to 'go' and next I know I'm stumbling down the stairs to let the dog out who then just stands there looking at me like I'm stupid. Well, off to Linux Land.
So, I've been busy the past 24 hours just trying to ketchup with things. This was a bad time for a first grow, between building the house taking all my time and then the lumping doing me no favors it's been a little rough but I'm not complaining, what doesn't kill you... and it's true.
I can now say I'm caught up. Everything's in its final resting places except the last 4 clones I took off the mainline. I've decided I have too many plants going at once. I can only flower 6. There is a loophole for MMJ patients like me in that the laws states "6, or as many as it takes to produce a 2 month supply of 10 oz. of flower and a certain amount of concentrate", sounds like a loophole to me, so seeing it's my first grow I could most likely win any challenge. But that's not what I'm about, I just want to save money and add a hobby to the music thing. Anyways, I'm going to look for a local Vet's organization or such to help me find a home for the clones next week. If anyone has suggestions I'd appreciate the help. I've got those 4 and Calamity Jane in the 2x2 now and switched off the Bloom switch but removed the timer so it's 24/7 to see if I can keep them in a holding pattern for now.
The 4x4 is now just cruising, waiting to be flipped when ready. Everything's gone far enough out that I'll let it all start shooting upwards until the flip. I'll just keep plucking them to prevent shading.
It's kind of melancholy, looking back now that there's not much to do. Again, because of other things, my first grow was basically a juggling act. Because of that, it seems like a tornado of disjointed activity, especially this last week. But then I think of it as being nothing but a good thing. I wasn't here 24/7 like Smeagol with a 'My Precious' tent instead of a ring. Kind of kept me on my toes, too. I had the Nitrogen thing and the timer thing and the thing thing. One wrong move and the lack of time for follow up could have bit me hard. Not saying I'm good, just extremely lucky it didn't go bad.
Ah, the thing-thing. I was sitting here night before last at 2AM (see, I'm getting better) playing my guitar with headphones, the lights low, when all of a sudden it feels like an icy mist was hitting me in the face. It felt like snow. Ever hear the expression the turbulence of butterfly wings flapping can cause a hurricane halfway 'round the world, or however it goes? Well, the wind from the wife opening the door to the garden caused a cloth bag to get lifted, un-noticed, far enough off its resting place for the AC intake to grab ahold and not let go. That caused it to start cooling a space the size of a glove compartment instead of the size of a room. That caused it to start acting like a dehumidifier, filling the base and carrying smegma towards the drain hole. That caused the water to rise to a level where the fan could start hurling it with great abandon, both on the cooling fins causing them to look like a freezer that's never been defrosted and the leftover out the exhaust and hitting my face in the form of sleet. The ice encasing the fins expanded and Freon started hissing out before I could take off the phones, put down the guitar, switch on a light, see what was happening, rip everything from in front of the window while choking on Ozone killer, turn it off, realize the only thing for it was the old heave-ho, un-plug it, open the window and give it a shove, causing to land on the asphalt walkway, 3 floors below a 2:05 AM the night before last. Yep, the flap of butterfly wings can be murder.
Also, I've had time to watch myself on video taped whilst under the effects of a melon thumping. I'm still laughing, wish I had a nickel for every 'know what I mean' and other nonsense I uttered. Other than that and the pauses trying to remember the last word out of my mouth, that's pretty much me. Knucklehead.
Oh, I saw my cousin today, he finally stopped by to see how I was. I started giving him 'what for' for not checking on me sooner, but it appears there's another part of that day I've lost. He said he rushed over when it happened and was trying to hold me up, he knew instantly I was hurt pretty good just from the sound of it. Apparently some part of me was with it enough to pick up a piece of 2x4 and crack him in the shins with it while I was bent over. He pulled his pant legs up and he had two huge purple lumps where I caught him on both shins. Like I said, I don't recall that but I do recall other things about the day. Good to know that even in that condition I still have some fight in me. On top of it, asking how I was wasn't the motive. He brought the house plans and asked me to help figure how much drywall he was going to need. If I'd had another 2x4 to hand I would have chased him out. I told him to go to the building supply store, give the estimator the plans and let him give you a quote. His response was he didn't want to appear not to know anything. I mean I was beyond gob-smacked. I lit into him pretty good, telling him they have sensors in the parking lot that alert staff of arriving dum-dums like him before they ever exit the car. That it's disguised as a slightly different telephone ring so no one puts two and two together. I went on to tell him it wasn't even needed in his case, one look at his mug gives him away, it's so powerful the blind can sense it. Did I mention he has more black belts than I can name?
I can't get too mad, after all it is all my fault. When we were kids, me about 5 and him 10, we lived right next door to each other. One summer day, while I was in the front yard playing with my Tonka trucks in the dirt, he comes over, shoves me out of the way and takes over my dig site. I go running down the cellar of my house where my old man was doing something and told him what happened. I'd like to think he put his hand on my shoulder and gave me the 'I won't always be around to fight your battles in life.' speech, but reality was he told me to leave him be and figure it out for myself while raising the piece of wood in his hand in case I didn't move out. I could have cried more, but all I heard was 'figure it out for yourself' so I did. I went outside, grabbed a half of a cobblestone that was near the porch, staggered up behind him and cracked him on the top of the head. He goes face down in the dirt, flopping like a fish and I'm thinking I sure did it this time. I run in my room and hide between the bed and wall, I know woe and misery will soon be my lot. While I'm hiding, I guess he went in his house. Next I know I hear my aunts voice from her side porch screaming my mother's name, claiming I just killed her son. It sounds contrived, but this really happened, no fooling. Long story short my father found my hiding spot, madder because he had to search and I got a beating. After I dried the tears, I went out to the yard, grabbed my trucks and took them inside. Seems even at that young age I seem to have to finish missions through to the very end. Didn't do me any favors that day, but has stood me in good stead more often than not. Now that I think of it, if I hadn't cracked him in the shins it could be considered that we were even, that he 'got me back' when there was nothing to get even for. He got his comeuppance for stealing my truck, he started it. I've been dogging him so hard in front of his friends about the cobblestone incident that he could have used this as a deflective tool. Glad I nipped that bud before it became an issue.
I remembered to retrieve a firewire cable from the closet I've been in 5 time in the past week but always forgot to get. Just getting to the door is a project, let alone opening it. Now I can set up a decent video deal. Speaking of which, I've got to install Ubuntu Studio tonight and see what video tools are available through a Linux distro. Anyone have suggestions either to a program or Linux distro I should check out? I wish Linux was more audio friendly, by it's a kludge getting a DAW going on it. I'm shite with Terminal.
I'm building something to access my plants better, even the ones at the back when they can't be moved. It's Lazy Susans on a Lazy Susan so I can rotate all or one, as desired. I've got two milk crates of golf balls I've been trying to find a use for, I found it. I was thinking I could motorize it, but that's version A1, I'd have to fashion slip rings and that to get it going. Manual will suffice for now. I could sit at the door of the tent and just spin them around to work on anything. Something that'd have been in place if I weren't so busy this time around.
Other than that not much has gone on. LOL
I'll throw some pics of the new arrangement in a while, it's going up for 3AM and I'm starving. Been trying to hold off raiding the Chinese take away left-overs, the dog hears the microwave, thinks it's for her, wakes the wife who thinks she's go to 'go' and next I know I'm stumbling down the stairs to let the dog out who then just stands there looking at me like I'm stupid. Well, off to Linux Land.
I've been acclimatized, so it's not a huge deal, just hoped I had seen the back of it. 
