Hempy Headquarters

Take a tote, cut a drain hole the way we do hempy, and set up some outdoor wicking pots for her to grow in. You keep the reservoir filled and the plants water themselves. I think they call them “earth pots” or some such.

And certainly you’d be able to use Osmo.

Yeah, I'll just have to figure out a way to add some kind of float or something, so that she has a way to tell it's time to water them (and so she'll know that she's not "wasting water" <ARGH!>). She needs surgery on both eyes right now, her vision has gotten significantly worse in the last year, to the point where I feel like a complete tool for ever having said anything to anyone about having any trouble seeing, whatsoever now that I think about it. I think that - no, scratch that, I know that her vision is partly the reason why her driving has gone well past "scary" on the meter. I don't know how she... anything, really, never mind. I'm not really in a good place for such thoughts right now.
 
Easier said than done, Ms. Birdie. We went round and round on that issue last year when I was half-convinced that she was showing signs of early dementia. Much of which turned out to be due to other issues, thankfully. I think Mom might end up driving until the day she dies. Maybe until the second she dies :rolleyes: . And she drives the way she has always driven, the majority of the time, too, which means that the crash will be spectacular. This is a woman who, in 1975, swore up and down that she wasn't speeding - because she saw a highway route number sign that was basically triple-digits and wasn't quite going that fast (and not quite twice the posted limit). A few days later, she realized what was up, and slowed down - a negligible amount. She lives off a 25 MPH (40.2 KPH) road, and not far from where she gets on that road, there's a three-way stop sign where the "main" road turns and a little dinky road meets the right-angle of the other two. Several years ago, she was coming home (correct procedure = stop, then turn right and continue on the road) when she blew through the stop sign - because stopping would have involved the pedal that she doesn't like - and kept on trucking. She was pulled over about two blocks from the stop sign. The cop gave her a pass (she gets a lot of those) on the stop sign violation, but said he was going to have to ticket her for going like 64 MPH (about 103 KPH) in a 25 zone. I don't know how she made the turn! But that's Mom. Other people her age wear out brakes every 20,000 miles. Not her - but she's lucky if a set of tires lasts her that long. I'm just thankful that they quit putting big-block V8 engines in passenger cars a while back, lol; but her current car is way too sporty for a woman who was alive in the early 1940s, and it's not exactly a slouch for a four cylinder (yet she regularly complains that it doesn't have any power - I kid you not!) and she cannot stand for other people to drive her around most of the time, so... It's probably a good thing she was raised and lived so much of her life dirt poor, because that "can't waste anything" phobia keeps her from driving around for sh!ts and giggles. If she's driving, it's because she has someplace to go - and, by golly, if she leaves on time, she's bound and determined to get there 20 minutes early (and usually does ;) ).

In the past year or so, she has switched from "nearly tailgating" to seeming to try to push the vehicle in front of her on down the road. That bothers me a bunch when I ride with her (and, yeah, even when I don't); I like to see where I'm going and what's up ahead. It has become a regular thing for me to say, "Mom, you're not going to make them go any faster. Mom..." At which point she STABS the brake pedal, gets some distance, and puts the hammer down again. But she cannot figure out why her 35 mile per gallon vehicle averages 19.3 MPG. "There's something wrong with it. It's gutless and uses way too much gas!"

That's my Mom. God bless her...

Hey, hempy. Did someone mention their space was more suited towards two-liter bottles? Works for me, lol, you can fit four of them into a square foot. Cloned photoperiodic plants seem to work better than autos (and are easier to tame, IMHO), but either works.

(And a) Random dumb@ss cannabis cultivation question: In general (no specific strain in mind), what is the lowest temperature range in which a grow can be successful. That being defined as getting plants from seed to harvest; I'm not chasing yields with this one (although I'd like to have something to show for my effort, of course). Like... <CRINGING> 40°F (4.44°C) nighttime / 58°F (14.44°C) daytime? Because I think I can bring my indoor temperatures up to that if I push it, without major problems. I don't think I can handle a kerosene heater indoors any more and, besides, I cannot afford the cost of the fuel. But if my furnace holds out one more year, and I can find the little 600-watt foot-warmer (electric heater) I got last year, yeah, maybe. I mean... I know I could get the grow space warmer if I actually sat the heater in there, but I seriously want to stick it between there and where I sleep again this year. I'll just wear sunglasses whenever the lighting is running (something I never even thought to do last time). That'd make it a lot more... Whatever, easier for me I guess?

I need something to take care of so I can maybe keep it together for a while longer, and I don't really have any interest in bringing a woman into my life full time right now; my life is too much of a sh!tpile to do that to anyone and, besides, half the time I end up feeling as much like a parent as a partner, which is a big can of creepy worms. And the past few times I've done the "animal rescue" thing, I seem to begin wondering if I really did it a favor after all before it's all said and done. So, you know, plants. They don't manage to accidentally poison you, you never have to go somewhere armed in order to rescue them, you never have to babysit them day and night for days on end while they suffer through withdrawal again, you don't come home on a random day and find them nearly cataleptic because they haven't been taking their meds (or experience way worse, because they have but the doctors (those sons of...!) have been playing pill roulette with their heads again), you never come home to find that the house is full of their stripper friends (yeah, sounds cool, maybe, but YOU try it one night - it'll turn into six weeks and counting and, no, it's really not cool at all)... you don't end up spending more for their upkeep than you do on your own self, you don't have to choose between buying fancy $12/tub cat litter and strain the sh!t out on a daily(+) basis or carrying home a 25-pound sack of the generic clay stuff on each shoulder every time you turn around, you don't have to live in fear that they'll get some nasty critter infestation and you'll be stuck trying to find some way of dealing with it while you watch them slowly waste away (okay, I might be throwing some optimism in on that last one, but...), et freaking cetera.

So, yeah, I need a garden. Anyone ever manage a truly low-temperature cannabis grow?
 
You need to not freeze yourself to death...
I can understand with your mom.
Father in law was the same.
He did a surgery on his eyes though... Saved a lot of side mirrors that way.. Not only ours.
 
Oh, I almost forgot, we're working on the eye thing. She talked to her credit card whatzit to see if she could get the limit raised (not all that helpful, turns out 77-year old widows aren't the best credit risks, whodathunkit?), I'm trying to figure out how much poorer I can live (wish it was Spring, but it is what it is and shall be, and all that noise) in order to contribute a little more to her upkeep, she's trying to decide if she can add another day doing housecleaning (yeah, I feel real good about that :( ) without actually killing herself, and my brother, well, he's got bills of his own and all so maybe not so much. But he did at least agree to drive her to and from her surgery if she cannot find someone else to do it, and I'm hoping that will end up extending to doing grocery runs for her, because I hate walking all over town carrying groceries in the Winter - the city plows the streets onto the sidewalks around here, and that's not real pleasant when you're empty handed and walking good to begin with. Last year I started walking in the road, but part of that is a busy ("in town") 40mph five-lane highway that gets constricted to two or three lanes when it snows/ices/craps and I had a few too many close calls.

Mom said something about trying to wait until next year and getting the cataract removed from her good eye then, but I know that's less out of not feeling like she needs the surgery than...

Mom being Mom. I called the woman to check on her and she could hardly breathe, let alone talk. "I'm... okay... I just... I... been having... trouble... breathing... for about... a coup... coup... couple hours... now... Gonna... have... use... inhaler... in a... little while," and the whole time she's pant-pant-pant in between words. "Mom, use your inhaler NOW." "o... kay." "You should have used it two hours ago." "Don't... want to... waste it." I'm like, for fu-- err, FFS! And then she'll say, "Doesn't... doesn't... help... much 'nyway." And I'll say, "I'm no doctor, so I don't know - but do you think maybe it'd work better if you used it when you first notice an attack coming on?" And it's that way every time. IDFK. I don't know how she lives like that because it sometimes feels like it's killing me.

Other times, she's breathing decently enough. Then it's just the aforementioned eye problems. The severe pain issues that she's been dealing with (variously) as far back as 1982 or longer. The long-term lack of appetite due to having almost no taste & smell, and that little remaining amount all f*cked up so that things that she can sense don't seem like anything resembling food/drink tastes and smells. The worry that she will lose the few cleaning jobs she still manages to do because she just can't do 12 hours' worth of work in 8 hours like she used to (Mom learned how to clean in the '40s and '50s - and that's how she cleans now, none of that junk stuff that they show on commercials, she's a hands & knees scrub kind of cleaner) and is scared to death that people will want someone 40 or 50 years younger. Or the worry that she just won't be able to go do it at all next week, or the week after - or tomorrow. And the teaspoon-sized bladder capacity thanks to a botched surgery years ago that causes her to not drink anything or even eat anything with a higher moisture content than a cracker before she goes to work (or anywhere, if she if off but has errands), while she's at work, on her way home from work... Until she gets home, when she'll drink some fluid and maybe, if she's not too tired, and feels like eating, she'll do so. Or just go to bed, flkip a coin. So she isn't dehydrated once in a while, she's dehydrated all the time. Like... This is my mother. She likes country music by musciians who've been dead for decades. She has snow-white hair. She is yay tall. She likes black and white westerns and detective movies from the '40s and '50s. She weighs this much. She is dehydrated. She loves animals but feels she cannot take care of one, so she won't have one. She's... Dehydration is a part of her, and that makes EVERYTHING worse.

I've read all kinds of horror stories about people who are dealing with parents who are... empty upstairs. And my heart goes out to them, it really, truly does. You lives must be so difficult, and not truly your own any more. But I sometimes find myself wondering, you know? If your elderly loved one is deemed not mentally competent, at least YOU have the say in where she lives, when she eats/drinks (that she eats/drinks), et cetera. I guess that's no kind of compensation for what your parent has lost, but... IDK. If they're still able to make decisions for themselves, then you don't have a whole lot of say in what those decisions are. Kind of thing, IDFK.

Painting is kind of seasonal around here. If I could see better, maybe. If I wasn't, well... I'm still willing to put in the hours, whatever they may be, but I'm not as quick as I used to be, either. If I hadn't sold my wheels to pay for other expenses ("housing-related") and could do more work on my own instead of working for someone else, maybe it'd be different. (If you're ever faced with the choice of selling your vehicle or becoming homeless, well, learn to enjoy sleeping in your car - you'll be far better off. I've been there, and I made the wrong choice. I'm there now. It... There really isn't anything about it that doesn't suck balls.)

So work, yeah, slower than evolution right now. And there's not even any snow on the ground yet (freezing rain, we got, but...). So I put in a job application at the local Taco Bell. BIG help wanted sign in the window. I got an interview!!! A person could show up half an hour late, prison tattoos all over, hair down to their ass (I mean a guy could), stumble in drunk and drooling, and still get a job there, right? But me, I put on what passes for my best clothes (at least they were clean), shaved the beard I've had longer than most of my relationships lasted, trimmed the mustache down to "it'd blow away in a stiff breeze - or disappear if I was asked if I'd mind losing it), fresh store-bought haircut... walked over well before the interview, went in a few minutes early, smiled until my cheeks hurt, yes sir, no sir, any hours, as many as I can get, work any day or all of them if needed. Yes sir, I know the menu - and what goes on every item. I can point to each one, approximately how much goes on which menu item... Secret menu? Yes sir, I am familiar with all your former menu items back to the early '80s and know how to make the vast majority. Why, yes, sir, I have used a cash register before. Math? Well, it's been a while since high school, but I did all right until pre-calculus, and I managed to pass that, too. I agree, ending a shift with your drawer over is every bit as coming up short - either way means someone screwed up, and that's not acceptable. In between helping customers at the hardware store I used to work at, I used to work the cash register - unless we were slow, then I often did the accounts unless there was something that needed to be cleaned or a truck to check in, merchandise to price and stock, or anything else pressing. No, I don't think I'd have any trouble learning how to operate yours even though it's not an old-fashioned model - I've been using various computers since 1981 (well before he was born, so that might not have been the wisest thing to say, but it came out without thinking on my part). Bathrooms? Absolutely, who would want to eat at a restaurant where the bathrooms weren't spotless? People might begin wondering what the parts of the kitchen that they couldn't see looked like if something they could see was below par? Do I need to depend on someone else for transportation? No, sir - I live within a half hour from here (didn't mention that was at a fast walk), so if someone calls off, unless there is an unforeseen emergency, I could be there within 45 minutes or so. No, I'd never call off due to weather. Yes, ha ha, you're right, people DO eat even when it's not warm and sunny out, good one, sir. Yes, I can accept that kind of wage and, yes, I do believe that, regardless of what a person is getting paid, since they are getting paid they should do the job to the best of their ability at all times and...

On and on and f*cking on, do they ask the high school drop-out ex-con mouth-breathers this crap when they interview them?! Because I've eaten at Taco Bell approximately... IDK... probably between 7,500 and 10,000 times since the first one came to my area way back in the early '80s (I know, but we all have our... little issues :rolleyes: ). And I couldn't even estimate the number of times when I've left the place after checking my order and thought, "Awesome, they got my order right this time. That makes, let's see... ONE in a row!"

I laid it on thick enough to sculpt - and with 99% sincerity, too. Because I wasn't there interviewing due to mommy and daddy getting tired of paying me an allowance, or because I wanted to buy a new... whatever it is that kids buy these days, a new iPhone, maybe. Oh, yeah, the guy asked me if I thought I could make it through an entire shift "without playing with my cell phone too much." (I guess that amount was up to me to define???) Like... WtF? I'm not planning on being there for a play-date.

I wanted that job. Well... In complete honesty: I wanted A job, and if I had been at all picky about where and what, I'd have never applied there, but they were hiring and I like to sleep indoors and eat once in a while, lol so, yeah, I wanted it. And I know how to play the "contact them to check, but not too often - or wait too long" game to keep me in their mind without attaching annoyance to it. This wasn't my first rodeo and all that.

Still interviewing, haven't decided, blah blah blah. Sorry, we've filled all positions. Yes, we'll keep your application on file...

How's that for a swift kick in the nuts? But wait, there's more...

So the other day, my buddy showed up. Said he was down helping his sister and left her house hungry, and asked me if I was, too. I replied that I was and that I could come up with something for us to eat if he wasn't real picky. "No, I got seven bucks, lets go 'pig out' on Taco Bell's dollar menu. I'll get old fart discount (he's still got his old man beard), so if you can come up with a dollar or two, we'll leave full." So off we went, and in we went...

...and we're at the register and this kid is trying to take our order. The cash register is like... Well you could run it if you couldn't read or write, just touch the screen. And he said - and this is a direct quote here (and, kid, if that was you and you happen to be reading this, well, I wouldn't admit to it if I was you and I don't have a drop of pride left, so...), "Uhh... You'll have to give me a couple minutes because I just turned 16 and only started yesterday. This is my first job." (He said that last part like he was letting us in on a secret.)

We sat down and I realized that I didn't even feel like eating.

Life. Yay.

The best day I've had this year was - okay, that would have been getting to make the day-trip to visit Susan in the 'burgh before she moved south to begin the next chapter in her life. Second best... I got nuthin'. No, I take that back. I was able to buy lunch for Mom and myself not too awfully long ago, and she told me that not only had she enjoyed the outing, she liked the sub we split, too. When it comes to food, eating anywhere other than at her house, from her kitchen, she has always been kind of... Hmm. Okay, have you ever seen an old map? I mean a really old one, from centuries back, where around the edges the legend states "Beyond here be dragons," lol? Okay, then think that. So to have her tell me afterwards that she had a good time AND liked the food, it was like... Wow, I didn't know it was Christmas already :rolleyes: . So those two days I remember as being stellar ones. But that's about it for good days. The rest of the year, I'd just as soon have slept through completely. I'd be happy to sleep through something. "The night" would be my first choice, but just like with most everything else, I find I'm not nearly as picky as I used to be.

So, yeah, that's me. That's my life, or at least the high points of it. I think... I "come here" for the same reasons everyone else does, of course: To help others and maybe learn a thing or two, myself, while I'm at it. But another ereason I do is because when I'm reading and posting, I rarely have to think, you know? Any more, I don't really like to think much. I start my day depressed as f*ck - and the day just goes down from there, like stepping off acliff. So if I can just go through the motions to kill time until the next time I manage to crash from exhaustion for a couple three hours, that's... It's what I've got. So for those of you who don't mind putting up with me, thank you for that. For those who think I'm an asshole, I can't alwasy disagree with you and, oft times, figure you're probably correct. So for that portion of the membership, you have my apologies.

And to everyone, if I post a question, get a bunch of answers and then a week later, post the same question, I guess I'm sorry about that, too. Or i I post something for someone and turn around and post the same information tomorrow, same deal. Turns out if you go through life stressed-out and exhausted enough the mind... It gets holes in it. That whole "sins of a misspent youth" thing wouldn't have helped, but the rest is probably most of it. Last night - I don't know what caused me to start recalling it, but I started remembering the last place I lived before I moved here. It was an apratment and I lived there for four years. So i was remembering the rooms, what was in each one, and I got to the bathroom. Basic, small bathroom. I remembered the door, the floor, the patterns in the texture on the ceiling, the tub/shower, the tile, the door on the bathroom closet, the window, the commode... and then I realized that, from the edge of the commode all along that wall to the corner where the door out of the bathroom was... was an absolute blank. And I'm talking blank - as in a void. That's what I mean by "holes in the mind." I know there was a sink there - because there must have been, yeah? They put those in bathrooms, and I have NO knowledge of one, so logic tells me that that's where it was, somewhere on that "missing" wall. Was there a medicine cabinet over the sink? I HAVE NO IDEA! A mirror? You got me. I remember nothing about that entire part of the bathroom, not one... single... thing. Did I brush my teeth there? Shave my neck and trim my beard? Repair the sink's plumbing? Paint that wall (FFS?!) when I painted the rest of the bathroom? I. Don't. KNOW!!!

It sucks, but it's more unsettling(?) than anything else, at least much of the time. I've suspected this thing, these holes in my mind/memory for a good while now. Thougth that my brain, "trying to be helpful," was kind of filling in some blank spots creatively so as to have something there. You "remember" something, then "remember" it completely differently, then "remember" it as something different still... You begin to wonder. I guess I'm better off now that it's not doing that any more - but the holes are growing, and there are more of them. I'll think about doing something and realize that I don't know how to do it - or even if I've done it before, when common sense tells me that I must have; I'm 48 years old, and I've been taking care of myself since before I entered kindergarten in many ways. Fried my first eggs & bacon breakfast at 3 or 4 years old (that was for Mom during one of the times she would just stay in her bedroom bawling all the time, I do remember that). Knew how to do - and did do - laundry occasionally beginning not long after that. Some of my vehicles made the term "beater with a heater" seem overly optimistic - and I managed to keep them running for years. Electronic stuff. Saw the very first computer in person at age 11 - a Commodore PET-2001, I remember that, too - in school, and without having a single bit of instruction, manual, etc. I taught myself BASIC by trying different commands until I'd figured 95%+ of them out by trial and error. Not just what each one was for and how to use it - but what each one was.

So I must have been able to do the things that I find myself getting ready to do, only to realize that I haven't the foggiest notion of how to go about doing it. It's even affecting my communication skills. I can still type fairly quick - but I'll be puttering right along and just stop because I can't figure out the words. Not how to spell the things, but what they are. I'll end up thinking - and, upon occasion, saying out loud like a moron - the portion that I've already come up with and then jsut almost randomly trying words until I get it figured out. It's not... I'm not a doddering old man, so it must just be exhaustion and stuff, but man. My sh!t is f*cked up, if you'll pardon my language.

It's not fun any more, dig?

IDK. I felt like sharing. Completely inappropriate thing to share, off-topic, etc., but... There you go, it might be long for a forum post but I figure it's pretty short for: The story of my life.

Hope you're having a better day than I am. Or a better yesterday, at least. A better tomorrow. . . .
 
Hi TS.
We are off topic, but wherever is fine :hugs:
You are one heck of a fighting guy in my eyes :hugs:

I still believe your brother should be a part of this somehow, it isn't just your job.
You are psychologically super drained and need a break.
Only way for you to take a breather is if he helps out.
Your mother sounds like a real fighting woman, so I see where you got that from.
:hugs:
Being insulted at job interview is discussing. I'm 49 and have that all the time.
:hugs:
You are one heck if a guy :hugs:
 
No, I wasn't insulted at the interview. It seemed to go well. I just felt pretty small after learning that they hired someone with zero experience/history instead of me. I know, that's how they get experience and all that, but knowing that was insufficient (to cheer me up). He didn't strike me as someone who'd had to quit high school to support his family, either :rolleyes: . I can understand hard-luck cases - a baby, or one on the way, someone like that I'd have stepped away if I thought they were trying to get the same job I was applying for.

Oh well, life goes on. Hey, I got my coat back yesterday! No more putting on mutliple shirts, sweatshirt, and the lightweight zip-up that's for mildly cool days and hoping the wind doesn't blow while I'm out walking. Progress (a lack of backwards travel, that's progress of sorts, isn't it? ;) ).

I called Mom this morning and she sounded like she'd aged 25 years overnight. That happens sometimes. Most of the time, she sounds better later, or the next day. I'm hoping this is one of those times. But she didn't need anything, and that has been the only thing that I've really been staying awake for after finally winding down a little. So I am going to attempt a short nap soon.

I hope you, Susan, and everyone else have a decent day today. Think of me fondly while I am gone, and all that.

Keep calm, and carry on. . . .
 
TS, I’ll be boycotting Taco Bell in your honor (as opposed to my usual boycott due to their food). That kid was probably the owner’s girlfriend’s nephew and they had to hire him.

I don’t know if you can grow a plant at 40° but f’ it what do you got to lose to try?

Good luck man.
:passitleft:
 
LMAO. I won't be (if I get a chance to eat there, I'm going to eat).

I'm not really in the proper mental place to handle a disappointment right now, mainly. I mean... I can, but I really don't want to; I feel a little bit like a nail - you can pound away at one all day long, and you probably won't break it, but you sure can bend it up something fierce ;) . Some little hassle with setup that isn't worth thinking of if things work - but becomes a negative if it's a waste of time. I've had some false-starts, and I'd like to stop with that, lol. I know that level of heat isn't a heroic amount - but if I try to do a grow, I'll be sharing it with the garden (and my cat). If I do not, I'll only be sharing it with my cat (and I can become stingier with it in general, which would save a dollar or three). Even "small" lights cost to run, although I might find out fairly quickly if a cool-weather grow isn't going to work, so that isn't substantial, I suppose. Just mainly I'd rather wait and succeed for sure than to go and trip over myself again.

Also: I've finally convinced my best friend to do a grow. He has no equipment. But he does have a furnace that works well (and he appears likely to use it), and his electrical system is about a generation or two (I mean human ones, lol) newer than mine, and its capacity is greater than that of my 30-amp "vintage antique." As to the equipment part, I think Sue is going to help him out with some lighting, and I'm going to try to help a little more if/when it is required. I think I've got most other things he'll need, too, depending on how, exactly, he wants to go about things. If I don't grow, I could just tell him to show up with an empty vehicle and start loading it up, and then he'd have EVERYTHING (unless I've managed to forget something again) he would need for a larger grow. Except carbon filtration, which is not there for either of us <WHOOPS> . But other than that.

So I'll either try now or make him extra happy and then try to put together some kind of setup in the Spring. But he doesn't live within walking distance (even "I've got four hours to get there" walking distance), so I wouldn't be able to participate beyond "HELP!" telephone calls. And I find that I'm really missing cannabis plants. More than I'm missing the bud - and this morning, that's saying a lot.

I think I'm going to end going for it. I'm bound and determined to make the next grow a complete autoflower one, so that's 18 hours of light and a bit of accompanying heat per day. He and I will both be growing some of the selfed Dark Devil Autos, and it'll be nice to have someone local to compare them with. Man, I wish I had 60-amp service here. It won't be particularly easy to pay the bill as it is, but if I did, I'd dig out a 1,500-watt heater from the attic and that sumb!tch would be running right now - and so would some lights. Plus I guess I could operate a microwave or something without scheduling it around that six hour per day window:D. But I've got the 600-watt one which will help somewhat.

I need to figure out how... Last night I was feeling a 30F breeze in here, I need to deal with that (regardless) and do a couple other little things, then put the grow space back together, haul everything out, fill containers/bottles, and dig through the inventory for my autos. I'm thinking about telling the seeds to go for a little swim next Thursday or Friday, but I might try to synchronize with my buddy. I'll probably end up starting his, too, unless I can get him to do it. Along with the rest, we've got to figure out the size and shape of his space, then make "walls" (they might end up being somewhat theoretical :hmmmm::rofl:). And rig something to hang lighting from for him. I believe he's interested in passive/hempy - it helps that he (sort of) worked in a lab for six or eight years, so he knows a little bit about pH and total dissolved solids (although his method was to flash-evaporate the liquid from a sample, then weigh the residue on an extremely accurate scale that he no longer has access to - but he does have some familiarity with the concepts). I skimmed basically the entire set of manuals/etc. from his former job when he first got hired and didn't really know any of that stuff, and talked me into coming over to keep him company and high the first night he worked by himself - but ended up helping him figure out how he managed to "wreck" (not really, but the plant shut down, LMFAO) pumps, aeration equipment, suction devices, et cetera and was scared he'd get fired if he called his boss to tell him he was clueless and in over his head. Which I did, after having a bit of minor fun ("No worries, just wake him up and explain that you're a f'up who is stoned out of his head and you need to retroactively call in sick and can he and two or three other employees show up and reset/straighten out everything on the premises other than the water fountain. I'm sure you'll be fine." (It was some goooood bud ;) .)

And... Did I mention I miss the plants? They want me to grow them.
 
@FelipeBlu .............I hope you're still around here. Could you please take a look at the feeding calculator of the nutrients I'm using currently? I am mixing 4 grams / gallon of water and PHing to 5.5 for my flowering hempy plant. I hope this copy and pastes gives you a link. Feeding Calculator
 
Nice foundation with the cuttings, @DV-travis . Are they already rooted, or have you just cut them? And did they all come from the same mother plant?

Everything looks so simple and clean in that picture.

By the way, I assume it's the other way around, lol - but might that display be reading 62°F and 77% humidity? (Probably not...)
 






Nice foundation with the cuttings, @DV-travis . Are they already rooted, or have you just cut them? And did they all come from the same mother plant?

Everything looks so simple and clean in that picture.

By the way, I assume it's the other way around, lol - but might that display be reading 62°F and 77% humidity? (Probably not...)
I only had so many bagseeds. Happens my wife named it Mr. Clean. Last four kush gagseeds. 13 clones taken from those four. Got to keep the wife on board. The cuts are rooting. Stayed in the rockwool dome for 10 and 7 days. Now in solo hempy cups will veg and end up in 2L soda bottles.
My set up is out side in a 12x40 barn. I opened it all up and it was 60°f and 35%rh out side. Its back up to 80 again. But no RH.

Edit... They are fem photo bagseeds. Lucky... No males.
 
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