Thursday, June 4, 2009...
I was ecstatic to get my two new digital timers and toss out the analog ones that just aren't accurate enough for flowering. The analog timers would turn off or on at 6:17, or 6:32, but never at 6 on the button.
Problem is, the instructions to set up the new digital timers are so convoluted, so TOXIC I can't begin to figure it out. Nor can my husband, who gave up after 20 minutes of frustration. "I don't WANT dawn or dusk, I just want 6am and 6pm!"
Okay, I admit I smirked a bit, but with my back turned. I commiserated, but figured I'd sit down, set it quickly, and get that timer into the grow room. Maybe I could even sleep in tomorrow morning. Mmmmmm...
I'd just spent 3 hours trimming, doing pest control and fertilizing the girls. I thought setting up the timer would be quick and satisfying, and I could look at the grow room with all plants smiling at the light.
I took one look at the instructions, gave up and filled a pipe.
Thought I'd give that timer one more try. I read for about 20 minutes, before I realized I was reading the Spanish side of the instruction sheet. I'm not multi-lingual.
The ecstasy of this evening is that I'm enjoying a good buzz, and know eventually I won't have to set the kitchen timer to remind me to do the lights at 6am and 6pm.
The agony is that I'm enjoying a good buzz, and know I have to remember to set the kitchen timer to remember to do the lights at 6am and 6pm tomorrow.
Here's the thing. I know any grade school kid would have this going in a hotflash. If only I could grab the first neighborhood kid that flies by on a skateboard. Yeah, right. <G>
On an up note, the "pretty maids all in a row" are happy and healthy, so I have a lot to make me smile.
Ahhh, one more hit on the pipe, and---G'Night!