my first perlite clones didn’t do so hot, but read this other day from Shed or VG..…
rinse your perlite
add 1 inch of water to a container but then pour it into another jar
put 1 inch rinsed perlite in bottom of container
put the bottom of the angle cut clone stem so it sits on top of the 1 inch perlite layer
add more rinsed perlite to fill up container
now add the 1 inch of water back
this way the clone sits above the water and the perlite wicks water to the clone stem.
the other thing and I know sometimes you may have beaten or sidestepped this but typically roots do not like light so might have something to do with clear glass… but you are the queen of clones so yeah I need lesson from you!
Thanks 013
I will fix ‘em in a sec. But first I must word vomit. You don’t need to say anything, you just need to allow me to get it out lollllll
Get comfortable bruv.
Omg I could kill my partner. I won’t, but I could lolllllll
I just need to debrief, and I can’t say this out loud to anyone. Look I can, I’m being Tramatic. I don’t want to say this to anyone but I need to say it or my head will implode.
I saw he didn’t get paid last week when I did the banking.
Me: work hasn’t paid you your holidays can you check?
Him: Yup tomorrow.
Me: Promise? I have bills I need to sort
Now repeat that every day for 6 days and you have our follow up convo. He went back to work Monday, too busy to follow up, then Tuesday too busy to follow up. Then today I said dude, ring your fucking payroll. RING YOUR FUCKING PAYROLL.
Long story short, he’s taken annual leave while only having a week accrued. Like WTF? Then he’s all “Tra I got this, I’ll pick up a couple OT’s…”. I have a house payment, phones, internet, electricity, insurance, health insurance, petrol, his fucking smokes coz he’s restarted smoking. His OT, if he does them, won’t be paid for a fortnight.
While he can lift heavy things and fix and build stuff, he just doesn’t get grown up life. He is 10 years younger than me. 9 and a bit actually. He was 21 when I met him and I was 30 turning 31.While certain areas were and are awesome, our minds of course did and still do not match in certain areas. He was trying to get clean, and I think I, I know I became a mother figure because he never really had one. I became the looker afterer. Those life lessons most of us learn ie being homeless, not having a car, scrimping and saving, being super broke, having to rely on self, he has never had to learn coz he moved in with me and my 12 or 13 year old son. All that struggling was already done to a point. He got to do a Bradbury and just skate in without learning some lessons. Which is awesome if you are him, but if you’re me, not so awesome.
I get so tired of being the problem solver, the looker afterer, the one carrying the financial load, know what I mean? He just thinks we have endless money coz he has zero idea where the money even goes. He just taps his visa and lives in a dream. Sometimes I wish I could be the worryfree person and just tap my visa! Like it’s all good, I’m okay with money so I can just move stuff around to accommodate, but it’s just annoying he thinks being short this month by 3 fucking thousand dollars is just nothing.
I just want to scream and swear at him, but I don’t. I cry because that’s a lot of money to be down by, and he doesn’t get that. He then feels worse which makes me cry more, then I say “I’ll sort it”, and I do. He is having a pre nightshift snooze and I have sorted it so all good. But….
I just get so tired sorting it. You know? I just wish sometimes I had a mum or a dad or someone for me to lean on. Even as I type that I know it’s not true. I have heaps of people I could lean on. I just prefer not to. I do however often feel like I am always everyone’s fucking sorter. Like everyone from my son, to his girlfriend, to friends, to work colleagues, I sort everyone. And everyone thinks I’m this super strong mutant who never needs help up. Well sometimes I do you stupid pack of motherfuckers. Lolllll
End of dramatic rant.
Do you know what? I think I feel better.