We’re going to take a drive.

That is—Jane’s going to drive. Yesterday the dizziness was practically gone, and today—not so good.
Drat it.

On the other hand, the pond store has opened for the season, and we’re going to go talk to them. I don’t know that we’ll come back with fishes. But we can place orders. Get some baby-food. And if the weather holds off and if the dizziness abates, we can get the pond netting on.

I’m staying off the stairs. Yesterday however, I was able to walk downstairs safely, when Jane alerted me to the skimmer in the sump in the basement overflowing—no huge deal: but it’s a device that removes amino acids from the water. It’s called ‘foam fractionation,’ aka the process that creates that romantic sea foam poets write about. Well, if you know what skimmate is, and how it smells in its concentrated form, not so romantic. And sometimes skimmers run amok, due to something in the tank water, but I can’t figure out what. I fed normally. BUT, I did see the gray air tube was a little mis-set, which can cause it to inject too much water (skim wet) and overflow. Fortunately the skimmer sits IN the sump, so the overflow simply goes back into the sump. If you want to see what one looks like, google ‘protein skimmer.’

That seafoam stuff? Occasionaly you’ll see in the news where foam has piled up on some beach twice head-high, and lovers are running through it and laughing, and people are letting their small children play in it—

I’m thinking—oook. Dead whale somewhere nearby, maybe, some big source of protein in the water.

But that’s how our equipment replicates what the ocean does.