Some mornings are simply really good.

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This isn't one of them.  No?  No!  It's great!

By the bye, becca is up for Haiku Monday. Searching is the theme and loose are the rules... can't lose?  It's a haiku burner's temptation to be sure.

The only problem, right off hand, is that I can't find my grump.  I worked hard to earn that.  Meh, I'll find it before long.  Or earn another one.  *grins*

My tomato plants are too tall for the cover over the seedling bay.  The Serrano peppers are doing their best to follow suit.  The rest of the peppers are more like me on a rainy day.  Still, I can see, so far, ten jalapeno, twenty one Tai,  and thirty Serrano pepper growths.  Not a single habanero has deigned to grace me with it's budding.  Hmm, to find potting soil.  I am almost certain I have some somewhere.  I big ol' bag of it too.  With the peppers, I will wait until they are bigger.  I guess they won't all go into the empty seedling sacks.  But the tomatoes, today, today, very soon.  The look and smell of little green 'critters' is wonderful.  I guess I had forgotten the scent of new flora life.  Little else is like it.  I will put the cover on at night, best I can still, to hold in temp.  But too, so when I open it in the morning I get that really strong waft of growy-smell.  Love me some of that.

For the replant, I am thinking a two cup system, with some sort of spacer.  Holes in the top(soil) cup, placing that in a second cup.  Drainage, especially for peppers, is a must.  Depending on how much space between the two cups as they nestle I may or may not need a spacer...  I'll know soon enough.

What else?  I have no clue!  I may take the faucet off.  While the hose sprayer still works just fine, trying to fill the sink with it is... pretty futile.  I don't, if nothing else, have the strength and stamina to just stand that long.  Nor the attention span, to be honest.  Even though it has really good pressure, the sprayer just doesn't kick out as much water as a faucet does (or should).  Takes forever.   So the faucet isn't really doing me any good.  And there is a chance I might be able to figure it out once I get it off the sink.  Still, I'm thinking D.C.'s suggestions have merit.  Shotgun or sawzall... I added the notion of a sledgehammer to the mix myself.  These things are so cheesy anymore that there isn't but plastic in them.  You can't even really recycle.  If I do that, I may have to use a sawzall on some of it, to get a hands on, cut-away, look at the guts of the device.  Just for... curiosity, education, call it what you will. 

Oh, right, I have a few things to tend right away this morning though.  I forgot about the dishes, so I will drain and soak those in fresh hot water.  They are in a tub that fits in my bathtub.  I need to deal with that to get a shower anyway, and I do want a shower.   I hate trying to dry dishes out of a cold rinse, innit?  Well, and probably wash the load that I forgot in the washing machine again, just in case, and make sure the dryer is clear for that load.  The faucet ended up eating all other considerations once I got on it's trail.  Easy enough to remedy though.  Then I will... meditate on the ebb and flow of life, what to do and where to go, as life comes back to my muscle, bone, organs, and nerves.  I am, again, waking, living, growing. 

Later.