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Nov. 5th, 2014 02:08 pmMy fish tank has water in it! Now I just leave it on and cycling for a month and then I can add some fish. I'll start with cheapo fish just to make sure the tank is working well enough, and if they live, then I'll get the seahorses.
I'd been getting all my supplies and info from this little independent aquarium store in Northeast that actually specializes in seahorses. They're perfect, except for being in NE. Anyway, I went out there yesterday to get the water and live rock, and I found out they've moved. The shop is now in the garage of this house. I went in and asked for Woody, the owner, and they led me back into the house and into his room, where he's in a hospital bed and hooked up to machines and basically skeletal. Shit. He was delightful, though, and answered my questions and gave me good advice. Then one of his employees finished setting me up with what I needed and I was on my way with 55 gallons of water in my car. I have to go back this evening to return the jugs I borrowed for transporting the water. If Woody is dying, and it certainly looked like that's probably the case, I wonder what will become of the store. I hope a local seahorse expert will remain to carry the torch.
I booked a flight back to Virginia for Xmas. It's funny -- my family has been bugging me about it for weeks, and then when I booked it, I sent an email to everyone saying I had to get my flight into Richmond instead of Charlottesville, and who wants to pick me up...? Crickets. Finally my mom was like "Let us know if no one else volunteers..." Sheesh.
I'd been getting all my supplies and info from this little independent aquarium store in Northeast that actually specializes in seahorses. They're perfect, except for being in NE. Anyway, I went out there yesterday to get the water and live rock, and I found out they've moved. The shop is now in the garage of this house. I went in and asked for Woody, the owner, and they led me back into the house and into his room, where he's in a hospital bed and hooked up to machines and basically skeletal. Shit. He was delightful, though, and answered my questions and gave me good advice. Then one of his employees finished setting me up with what I needed and I was on my way with 55 gallons of water in my car. I have to go back this evening to return the jugs I borrowed for transporting the water. If Woody is dying, and it certainly looked like that's probably the case, I wonder what will become of the store. I hope a local seahorse expert will remain to carry the torch.
I booked a flight back to Virginia for Xmas. It's funny -- my family has been bugging me about it for weeks, and then when I booked it, I sent an email to everyone saying I had to get my flight into Richmond instead of Charlottesville, and who wants to pick me up...? Crickets. Finally my mom was like "Let us know if no one else volunteers..." Sheesh.
