If it ain’t broke, it ain’t ours

H/T Jeff Foxworthy

Took me two decompressed sprayer passes through the clogged sprayer to figure out the mechanism by which the sprayer was getting clogged. An hour of my life. Several gallons of water.

There were wrenches involved. And Q-tips. And needle-nosed pliers.

But I finally figured it out, no thanks to the helpless folk on the internet who seem unable to de-clog a sprayer without the use of acid. Idiots.

Let’s back up because this is a useful exercise in thinking.

The bottom line is the sprayer was clogged.

The first thing to do is unclog the sprayer. That took some work. It was a mess. Every point that could be clogged was clogged.


That was the first deconstruction.

Loaded it up with water. Spittle.

Deconstruct again.

Ahh. Understand the underlying mechanism of pressuring up the tank.

All that crap that sits in the handle space is sucked up into every 25 pumps of the handle and goes into the tank and clogs everything up.

Problem solved.


Keep the handle clean.

Big Garden

As proprietor of Big Food, Big Garden, Big Life in rural Mississippi, I have entered the Big Garden phase of my Big Life. This morning it’s out to kill fire ants and spray Jordan’s blueberry & apple garden.

As the kids used to say, TTYL!

Happy Easter!

  1. Christ the Lord is ris’n today, Alleluia!
    Sons of men and angels say, Alleluia!
    Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!
    Sing, ye heav’ns, and earth, reply, Alleluia!
  2. Lives again our glorious King, Alleluia!
    Where, O death, is now thy sting? Alleluia!
    Once He died our souls to save, Alleluia!
    Where thy victory, O grave? Alleluia!
  3. Love’s redeeming work is done, Alleluia!
    Fought the fight, the battle won, Alleluia!
    Death in vain forbids His rise, Alleluia!
    Christ hath opened paradise, Alleluia!

This was frightening!

no data WTH?

Not to worry. My computer had just had a conversation with my printer and I had failed to flip the switch.

Rain started at 3, 8/10th of an inch so far. It’s April in Mississippi.

It’s almost the weekend

so you know what that means.

It’s like a broken record. And what’s funny about that is in another 20 years most folks will understand the meaning of that but few will know what it means.