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I’ve got a kid in the hospital, a kid in New Orleans and one who just graduated. I have a dying dog and a stressed out husband. Yep, I have all that going on and do you want to know what the most stressful thing is? DO YOU?
It’s this damn fish tank. You see, Andie has left me in charge of Gilgamesh (Gil) and Hercules (Herc) for the summer and she spent some time teaching me the in’s and out’s of keeping her fish alive. She even set up an alert on my phone so I could change the filter every Saturday.
This was in an effort to keep the water from getting too cloudy because then you have to change out the water in the tank. Now normally that’s no big deal but the fish tank is in my office. Now I feel this is a great location for the fish because it’s bright and sunny and I spend a lot of time in the office doing such things as stacking my paperwork into nice piles and then avoiding said piles.
It’s also where I wrote a book that needs a complete overhaul, so therefore it will probably sit in limbo. But most importantly, it’s where Tucker and I spend much time on the computer (me, not him…he’s on his dog pad licking his ass…don’t ask me why), writing these posts and playing games (mostly mahjong) and surfing the web and what I’m probably best at, Googling random shit.
At any rate, having this sort of horrendous week wouldn’t you know that the water started getting cloudy on Tuesday? Wednesday was a lost blur of “Keely crisis” but on Thursday I thought, “wow, that fish tank is getting pretty cloudy.” So I took the desperate step of changing the water filter a day early, on Friday, in an attempt to stave off the burdensome task of changing out the tank.
Here it is on Saturday morning and guess what, the tank doesn’t look good. I think it’s “change the water out day.” Of course, it’s also “bring Keely home from the hospital day” and somehow, that seems far easier than this fish crisis.
Ever since Andie left, I look every day to make sure that I haven’t killed her fish yet. Apparently, beta fish are much easier to keep alive. These fish are not beta fish. The beta version is always better than the first one. The kinks have been ironed out by then. That’s certainly true in computer programs and I would guess it’s the same in fish. Hmmm … that’s something to ponder.
At any rate, as of 9:10 on Saturday Gil and Herc are alive but it will be my first solo changing of their tank. I’d say wish me luck but you’re probably better of wishing them luck.
Let’s hear it for goldfish!!!
P.S. I changed out the goldfish tank and guess what? I forgot to put water back in the pump and burned it out. Now I have to get a new pump. These fish are gonna kill me.