Bought a new UPS (Uninterruptable Power Supply). It looks like grand mess and it is, hence the title of todays post.
Note to self – Next time I do this unplug one power cord from the old UPS and plug it into the new UPS. Some go on the battery side and some go on the non battery side. I ended up having to trace each power cord back to its peripheral to know which side to plug it into. And I always thought the older you get, the smarter you are.
She who commands “requested” that I who obey should dig out the three Meyers Ferns in the front driveway flower bed and move them to the west side of the pergola. Grabbing my shovel I soon had the first one dug out and transplanted in the spot she designated.
The trouble was, in my hast to make her happy, I managed to slice open the irrigation tubing in the front driveway flower bed with the shovel. Understand that I was cursed at birth to have the “always cut the water line when digging” gene. My initials should be RRR instead of RR. The middle R standing for repair. The type of pipe doesn’t matter. PVC or polyethylene it doesn’t matter. To show how cursed I am, I once put a hole through the galvanized iron pipe from the water meter to house we were living in at the time. The red you see on the water line is “rescue tape” a fusible tape I have used in the past to repair my errant digging. This time it didn’t work, mainly because this wasn’t he only place I had damaged the tubing.
Hours later the job was finished when it was strongly suggested by you can guess who that I come up with a better way to irrigate the bed. I installed soaker hose in an oval intertwining it through the plants. It looked great and should have worked great except for the one little but very, very major problem.
Back at the pedestal where the Orbit irrigation controller is mounted (the red arrow) I set the no. 1 irrigation line to manual operation and nothing happened. No water any where it was supposed to be. I wasn’t born yesterday and when things like this happen, yes they have happened before and more than once (remember my irrigation curse) I knew what to do. The blue arrow shows the cover the irrigation box with cover removed. A twist of the manual valve and and water was flowing as should have when I turned the automatic controller on using the manual setting. A life of living in California where an irrigation system is a necessity has left me well trained in such things. As far as the problem with the controller box. It turned out to be a faulty GFCI electric outlet that supplied power to the controller. It was the second GFCI to go bad over the years, and this was after having installed a WR version for outdoor use the last time I replaced it. As before, I once again replaced the GFCI and now all is well. Like I said in the beginning,” Even If It Doesn’t Rain, It Can Pour.”
This post is about the results of eating the cheese with the red pepper flakes. It is Carolina Reaper cheese, aka, Monterey Jack Cheese with Jalapeno, Habanero & Carolina Reaper Peppers in it. While persons from Wisconsin are called “cheeseheads” because of how famous that state is for it various cheeses, cheese actually runs in my blood. I am genetically 50% Swiss. All four of my great-grandparents on my mothers side emigrated to the United States from Switzerland. In addition three of those four families were actual Swiss cheesemakers, one of which is still in business today. I know great cheese because I grew up eating the real thing. It’s too bad most people only eat the crap cheese made by the big corporations instead of the real thing, but it is what it is.
When we married my wife thought cheese was Velveeta and Cheese Whiz. From the moment she first tasted the cheese my grandfather always brought when he visited, she has never looked back. Recently she came home from the store with a new specialty cheese , the one described in the first paragraph. I like things spicy, but not spicy hot foods with a few exceptions. One of them is cheese. Maybe it is my Swiss genes, but whatever it is, I like spicy hot cheese, the hotter the better. I must say that Carolina Reaper Cheese is one hot cheese.
We recently had a Happy Hour with some dear friends. They like good cheese so we brought along some Carolina Reaper. Before anyone headed to the bar for the food and wine, I very clearly said that the cheese with the pepper flakes was very hot. I guess hot to some people in incendiary other people. For the unnamed person in the above photo it took two glass of milk to quench the fires in their mouth. Like I said, it is a really hot cheese!
The yellow arrow points out where on the tank monitor numbers should be that tell us how full our tanks are. The only one that really, really matters is the black tank (toilet waste) which we keep closed until this gauge says it is getting near full and needs to be dumped. My wife says she can tell by a change in sound when she flushes that it is getting time to dump. She has better hearing than I do, which isn’t saying much given how bad she has always said my hearing is.
The back side gives credence to the saying – An RV is a bunch of wiring surrounded by a box. The display was burned out and a replacement monitor is on order.
Had some friends over for a 5 o’clock get together. Our house, our wine.
We make our own wine from wine kits. The bottles are collected from friends as is the box and blatter. The great thing is that I “tweak” the kits to what we like. For example for my wife I added strawberries to the primary fermentation of the Zinfandel Blush, while to the Sangiovese I add some wine tannin. While the kit wines can be consumed soon after bottling, I like to age them a year or more so they can mellow out. I also design and print my own labels. I like to joke that I spend more time designing the labels than making the wine. The best part is sharing what we make with friends.
