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Our golden retriever was very excited about his present under the tree (the pink bag next to his nose, full of rawhide).

Once the rawhide was consumed, he moved on to playing with his new rope —

The rest of us were a little more measured in our enthusiasm, but it was a happy Christmas and so fun to be with my family again.

This is mostly a pictures post… just to show the storm pre- and aftermath.

I tend to take tank photos a few times a week. I was so happy to realize that I took some on Thursday right before the power outage, even if they didn’t come out so well.

One of the most shocking transformations was the death of all of the horrible red algae. It covered the lower third of the tank, prestorm. Here you can see the gramma’s rock (not the best picture, but it does have the tang in it):

Whereas afterwards, there are only a few clumps on the ricordia rock and the gramma’s rock left. When we turned the lights back on, it had mostly changed from a maroon color to screaming orange. Then over the next day or so, it all turned from orange to clear and disappeared. Good riddance — lets hope it stays gone.

The tank actually looks shockingly similar, pre- (below) and post- (above) storm. The major difference at a distance is that the xenias are gone, as are the gramma, tang and shrimp. You can see the pom pom xenia on the far left of the tank — it looks like a large pink ball. The other (original) xenias are the blurry fuzz all along the ridge line.

The rest of the corals did pretty well. Here you can see our yellow plate coral (a montipora) with attendant hermit crab, and the pink branching montipora. Both look great. In the back to the left, you can see the top of the leather. One of our jets died and he looked miserable without the extra flow, so I raised him up in the tank closer to the light and with good current, and he perked up.

And then the same corals, but taken from the front of the tank. You can also see a part of our pink plate corals, as well as a limb of the monti that I accidentally snapped off a few months ago, that’s still happily growing in its new spot on the lower rock. Also, some of our orange zoos:

Our torch coral (and embedded barnacles) made it through without too many problems, which was a relief. It definitely didn’t like the cold, and pulled in all of it’s waving arms completely, but once the heat and lights came on, it was one of the first corals to look normal. They’re supposed to be particularly able to take down a tank if they die, so I was glad that this guy was more-or-less unphased by the ordeal.

The bottom third, or so, of the acro bleached. Very sad because it’s really taken off in the last month or so. I’m hopeful that once it gets over the shock, it will grow back. The brown parts are the “mouths” which feed off of organisms in the water, and it’s also very dependent on light, current, and good water quality.

Since the power outage, there’s been a dark algae growing on the dying parts of the acro. The teeny hermit crabs (who seemed to survive! Yay!) are so obsessed with it. There tend to be one or two in the acro branches at all times, munching away. In the picture to the right, you can see one, in its white shell, trucking towards the bounty. The zoanthids that it climbed up are deeply (and momentarily) unhappy. Instead of the open faces with fringe, they close up into pale purple tubes until the annoyance has passed.
And finally the ricordia rock. When the lights first came back on, both ricordias were stringy and losing their grip on the rock. They came back to 90% very quickly, but still aren’t quite as puffy as they were before the storm. We’ve been playing with flow, since I suspect that more would help them, and waiting and seeing. The sunflower and orange zoos on the rock were just fine. This is one of the two places in the tank that still has red algae. Not pretty. And you can see the top of Clack, hanging out in his cave behind this rock.

Shuttle online reservation system – 1, Kevin – 0. Somehow, he didn’t put in an address, and instead thought he was typing the instructions in the comments field. Oops. It took forever to get straightened out. 😛

You know when you kind of stall on communicating because there’s bad news, and saying it in writing seems permanent? That’s been the case for me for the blog since the storm. We lost power for forty hours, and the fishtank didn’t do very well. The three biggest issues were heat, current, and light. Over eight hours on Thursday night, the water temp plunged from 79 to 72 degrees. We cranked the (gas) heat, and even though the electric blower on the fireplace didn’t work, the room that the fish were in stayed hot and we were able to slow the temperature drop. However, that big a swing that quickly is extremely shocking to all of our tropical life. The current is important primarily for keeping the water oxygenated, but also for getting waste to the filters and food to the corals. Fish like the tang (and the gramma to a lesser extent) also require high current. And finally, the lights provide food to the corals, balance to the creatures used to their daily “sun”, and the fish won’t eat if they aren’t on.

We lost power just after 10 pm on Thursday. We had candles at the ready, and Kevin quickly found his REI headlamp, and when the temp started to drop and the lights still weren’t on, we wrapped the tank in window insulating plastic (left over from Kevin’s apartment in Boston) and blankets, and cranked the thermostat. (which is aparently battery-powered. smart.)

We brought the futon mattress downstairs so that we could be there to monitor the pumps and siphons when the power started back up, since we have almost 100 gallons of water that needed to start flowing again — daunting. The hope that power would be restored overnight turned out to be wildly optimistic. Kevin made it to work on Friday, and called to say not to bother attempting the drive, since all of the power was out on the Eastside. He came back home, and we spent the day cut off — the cell phone towers were down, so even our charged phones didn’t do any good. The tang and shrimp died within the first day. It was incredibly hard to watch and not be able to do anything. We tried to pump a bit of air in with a turkey baster, but to no avail.

We went into Seattle for a while on Friday night to wish our friend Andi a happy 25th birthday, and to use her shower and internet connection (thank you, Andi!! for the company and the civilization!). Driving home across the 520 bridge and just seeing pitch black in front of us was incredibly depressing. Early Saturday morning, Kevin woke up with an idea stolen from beer brewing. If you pour water back and forth between buckets several times, it becomes hyper-oxygenated. The disadvantage though is that it also cools the water significantly due to the evaporation. So we started heating buckets and pouring water, and hoping that we were buying ourselves some time. An hour or so later, my mom called and a tower picked it up for long enough for the voicemail to get through — they’d been looking for solutions for us, and found that you can hook something called an inverter up to a car battery (or even better, a deep cycle battery) and it will provide several hours of energy. She called around until she found one in Puyallup that the wonderful Sears guy held for us, and we drove down to pick it up. We got it home, and were so happy to be able to power most of the lights, most of the pumps, the heaters and the skimmer. We’d been running it for about two hours when the power came back on. Great timing: we didn’t have to recharge it. Here’s the wrapped tank with inverter power:

And a picture of the poor clowns swimming together after the inverter power was turned on… It really was amazing to watch the two of them together. They are generally pretty independant now, and then check in with each other every five to ten minutes. When the power went out, they stuck side by side, swam together in unison, and the one would butt the other if they stopped swimming for too long.

Everything looked horrible for the first day or so. Click and Clack were both alive (but Clack was in pretty bad shape), we couldn’t find the gramma, the tang and shrimp were gone but I still kept forgetting and looking for them, and our corals looked so unhappy. We ended up finding the gramma the next day — he didn’t make it. The xenias all had to be taken out, except for the one in our sump that’s looking pretty happy. They were shriveled and grey, and xenias smell horrible when they’re stressed or dying.

Kevin and I were both very sad to lose the pom pom xenia, which has been growing like mad recently. The leather and torch coral had both retreated and wouldn’t come out — the torch coral took a day to bounce back and the leather finally started looking a lot better yesterday after I moved it closer to the light and into stronger current. Click and Clack finally started eating again on Monday afternoon, and are acting more like themselves by the day. Our two plate montiporas and one branching montipora are looking a lot better, but still not 100%. The acro about half died (another coral that had been growing like mad recently), but we’ve seen a few mouths out on the part that wasn’t bleached, so that’s hopeful. The zoos seem completely unphased — they’re adding a lot of color. The mushrooms looked pathetic, but are now about 90% back. The ricordia is still seeming up in the air — I’ve been keeping an eye on it. And, the one good thing to come out of all of this, the power outage killed about 80% of our red scourge algae.

So, it all could be worse, but it’s been a rough and nerve-wracking week. On one hand, I know that they’re “just” fish, and many people have had much worse things happen, but the livelihood of the tank is so important to me.

Fishtank lessons for future power failures:
1. Use blankets and plastic early
2. Have a battery-operated airstone on hand
3. Use water changes to improve oxygenization of the water, by pouring the over-heated water from bucket to bucket before putting it in the tank
4. Have the deep cycle battery and inverter on hand for backup power.

Everyone’s leaving work in droves to get home before the impending Wind Storm of Aught-Six. Traffic has been a disaster all afternoon, so even though I want to go home to watch the Seahawks game, it’s probably better to let everyone clear out a bit first. They’re threatening to close the 520 bridge, power might go out to the traffic lights on the offramps to the highways, and everyone gets sort of freaked about driving here when there’s remarkable whether, so better to stay here for the moment. 🙂

Given that I don’t have much else to post, a quick blogroll of interesting things for anyone who’s also waiting out the traffic:

Laura posted great photos of the weather. Dismal, dark and rainy, captured beautifully.

NotMartha posted such a neat link for constructing amazing things out of large cardboard crates. Since I have happy memories of inhabiting assorted boxes, including a house that my dad made circa the kindergarten years, and a substantial portion of second grade spent sitting in a moving box (with siblings nearby sitting in their respective boxes), decorating away with markers, I think these new high tech rivets are cool. 😛

If you’re going to be waiting for a while, this site is remarkably hypnotic. A collection of every puppy forward you’ve ever received, plus youtube links.

And, finally, a picture of the clowns. Any time Kevin or I approach the front of the tank (such as to clean it, or take pictures of it), the clowns zoom straight to the surface in case any food should manage to be dropped in. They’re very enthusiastic.

In the foreground, you can see one of the T fittings that’s an output for the PVC sump return that we made. It was all purple and covered with coralline algae after only six months — awesome. We have four other returns, and combined with a stronger pump and a bigger overflow box, they’ve added much better circulation to our system. Fingers crossed that the power stays on, and that the jets, pumps and heaters all keep working through the night!!

I haven’t posted about the green mushroom in ages. We bought him in October of last year, just as a single, floating mushroom. After several inept attempts to attach him to the rock (I’m not so coordinated with superglue in the best of circumstances, let alone under water), he finally latched on, and quickly started budding off new baby mushrooms. Once there was a colony of four or five (mid-spring), he detached from the rock and let himself be blown away! I was caught between exasperation and amusement. We lost track of him, then found him trapped under a frag of rock, which he attached to, left two more teeny green mushrooms on, and then again detached and blew away. Sensing a pattern, we waited to see where he would wind up next, and now have our answer:

Our green zoos, which I’ve always loved, are doing well and happily spreading. I’m delighted that they don’t seem to be losing their teal, orange and yellow centers (which don’t do well with the flash — the teal covers the full area from the orange to the fringe when seen in person) as they spread. Do you see the mushroom that’s embedded itself at the top of the frame?

Here’s a better shot, with Click and the Shrimp for even more visual interest.

(As always, click for bigger.) Yesterday, I noticed that there’s actually an even bigger green mushroom on the underside of the zoos, and thus not visible unless you’re almost under the tank. Such tank drama! I wonder if they’ve finally found a home or if we have mere days until they blow away?

What a mess of a day. I was playing Josh, and all of his players except the kicker played the first game on Sunday. When he came in with only 59 points, and the kicker left to play, I was delighted. At the last minute, I’d made some last minute pickups. Since neither Pennington (vs Buffalo) or Kitna (vs Minnesota) was slated to have a great game, I dropped Seneca Wallace (reluctantly) and picked up Jeff Garcia, the backup quarterback for the Eagles. While I was at it, I replaced Jason Elam (hurt) with the Green Bay Kicker, Dave Rayner. Garcia came through, and threw a touchdown pass to my tight end while keeping passes to Donte Stallworth (on Josh’s team) to a low ebb. Luckily, the Eagles barely managed to hang on till the end. Nicely done! The Patriots completely bombed, so that tempered the excitement a bit, but given that I still had half of my team to play, coming out of the first game with only 23 points didn’t concern me too much. But then the second game was also split. My new kicker was amazing, but Sean Alexander’s 22 carries only amounted to 76 yards. With a fumble and no touchdowns, that added up to a depressing 5 points from my “star” running back. Going into the late game, then, I needed TO and Marion Barber to outscore the New Orleans kicker by 18 points in order to win. Not such a tall order, given that they regularly score in the teens. But then New Orleans beat Dallas, 42-17 (that’s 6 extra kick points for John Carney), Romo only threw three passes in the first half, and Marion Barber touched the ball twice all game for a gain of negative one yards. Hmm. Final fantasy score, 52-65, thus dashing my hopes of fantasy championship greatness.

QB
	Jeff Garcia, Phi	14
RUNNING BACKS
	RB Marion Barber, Dal	0
	RB/WR Shaun Alexander	5
RECEIVERS
	WR Terrell Owens, Dal	11
	WR Reche Caldwell, NE	1
	TE L.J. Smith, Phi	7
DEFENSE
	D/ST Patriots	1
KICKER
	K Dave Rayner, GB	13
BENCH
	RB Laurence Maroney, NE	0
	WR Deion Branch, Sea	5
	WR Reggie Brown, Phi	7
	WR Keyshawn Johnson, Car	5
	D/ST Seahawks	1
	K Jason Elam, Den	8
	Chad Pennington, NYJ	3
	QB Jon Kitna, Det	4

The only plus side is that everyone, except for my new QB and kicker, played horribly, so I don’t have to feel like I outmanaged myself — just a crummy day for football.

Next week, I have a bye to mull my losses, and then a final post-championship game the week after that. Watch everyone turn in 20 point games this week. 🙂

One more fishtank post, since there are much more interesting things happening in that arena than in the knitting one.

I got a fun picture of one of our littler snails on the glass the other night. Only the actinics were on, so it’s all a little blue. The half circle above his foot is his mouth — when he’s eating, you see the full circle pressed to the glass. Also, eyes, antennas, and little things that sort of look like ears. I really should try to find out more about snail anatomy.

In the next picture, you can see the pattern on the foot — really quite pretty.

When the snails are on the glass, it’s so interesting to watch them move, since the foot is divided down the middle and they move one half at a time. It’s sort of like watching a person in a potato sack race. The quasi-bipedalness is far more visible in our big new Mexican Turbo snails, since they actually have a line down the center of the foot. Here’s one of the snails in the quarantine tank, and you can see the “right foot” is forward and the “left foot” is back:

His mouth is out and eating — you can see both the pattern on it (which I’m sure serves a useful purpose? Again, I need to learn more about these guys), and how he’s able to rotate his shell around so that he can eat all around the foot instead of just what’s straight ahead.

Whereas the first snail’s shell is only an inch or so long, you can see the turbos are much more substantial:

(And in that photo, his left foot is forward, right foot back, and he’s rotated to eat below. They’re surprisingly quick.)

Of our first batch of six, we’ve lot three of the snails. I know that they’re very susceptible to changes in water temp and pH, but so many things seem to do well in our tank and their failure to thrive has been bothering me. We have two left in the top tank and one in the sump, and I do a headcount every time I walk by. As they start to grow purple coralline algae on their shells, they’re getting harder and harder to find. Quite the camouflage. When I got home from work last week, though, it was easy — one of the snails was lying on his back in the sand. When they first fall, the foot retracts and their little trap door shuts. If it seems safe, they start to open the door and grasp for a wall or rock to pull themselves up on. This guy was partway open, but couldn’t get the rest of the way because there was what looked like a rock anemone wedged against the hinging part of his shell. I tried to shake it off, then brush it off, but finally had to resort to tweezers. It turned out not to be an anemone, but an angry, small (3/8″), white crab that I haven’t seen before with a rectangular body and incredibly short legs. Since removing him, we haven’t lost any more snails. I wonder if he was just being opportunistic, or if he was part of why the snail fell in the first place? Our tank is so full of mysteries.

It’s done! Here, folded twice lengthwise:

Project: Clapotis
Yarn: Cherry Tree Hill Silk & Merino DK, color: Green Mountain Madness, 2 balls. (8 yards, 21 inches left over)
Needles: Size 5
Finished size, blocked: 14″ x 63″
Duration: March 2006 – December 2006

I ordered the yarn as a celebration of my job offer at Microsoft — such a splurge. Although I had it in hand at the end of January, I didn’t start knitting until March, due to the Olympic exertions in February. Throughout, this was a particularly on-again, off-again project for me. Posts here and here attest. At the beginning, especially, I had to actually watch my knitting, which made it hard even for knitting group, let alone for an accompaniment for tv or reading. It was difficult to mind, when each stitch was a different color — this was my first time knitting with variegated yarn, and the colors are gorgeous. By the second ball, my fingers had finally caught on and I could knit this without paying too much attention. I had to take a break in the summer, because it was too hot to have in my lap. And now, I’m done! I’ll enjoy wearing it to work — the office is always so cold. Maybe I’ll use the leftovers as an accent on an otherwise solid pair of fingerless gloves? Perhaps I’ll even try intarsia? I’m glad to not quite be done with this yarn.

I was interested to see what the edge would look like, since the pictures never seem to show it. Even better that after zooming it, I finally got a shot that shows the true colors — most of the time, my camera washes them out.

I used a purl stitch instead of stitch markers to indicate the columns of stitches to drop, after seeing so many people from my knitting group do it that way. So much less fidgety! And after reading the summary here, I decided to use twisted stitches (knit 1 back, or purl 1 back on the reverse side) on each side of the dropped stitch. I like the way that it came out.

Final lessons:

• If I knit this again (unlikely, but life is long), I will not use a wool blend. The stitches were too sticky, and it was a pain to drop them down. I suspect that with slicker, non-haloed yarn, this would have gone a lot faster and been more enjoyable. (Not to say that I didn’t really enjoy the pattern — it is interesting to knit, and every time I reached the drop stitch I felt such a sense of progress. It’s just that after ten months, I’m ready for new horizons.)
• I really am not a fast knitter. This wasn’t the only thing I was working on, either in terms of the knitting, apartment improvement, or life in general, but even so. Ten months for a pattern many people seem to complete in a few weeks. It’s definitely important, then, to choose things that I will enjoy working on, and wear after I’m done. This, post-blocking, fits both requirements — a good project.
• It’s fun to spend more on yarn sometimes. While I’m still not a three-skeins-of-koigu-for-one-pair-of-socks girl, there really is such a big difference between some of the cheaper yarns and those in the luxury category. Cascade 220 is still my standby, but if a project is going to last a steady near-year, it’s worth paying a bit more and enjoying the process.

Tied with the smell, my favorite part of Christmas trees are the patterns of branches’shadows and light that get cast on the wall.

It’s hard to photograph. With a flash, the tree looks drab, green, and you can barely see little dots of the lights. Without the flash, however, the photo comes out truer to my impression of how the tree looks at night.

You can tell I took this picture before the lights went out on the fishtank — the walls are all purple-blue. Driving home, now that it’s always dark when I arrive, it looks like we’re performing crazy bionic experiments downstairs. Instead of dark windows, or glowing happy yellow light, ours emit a surreal, steady deep turquoise. It’s like a more intense, non-flickering version of the color you see from outside when people are watching tv in a dark room. The neighbors must wonder.