I rarely publicly** (** definition of publicly in this case is: shouting it from the rooftops or publishing it to the Internet.) find fault with my husband....especially on my blog because, frankly he is a "pretty-perfect- kind-of-guy". In the 41 years we have been married I can't think of hardly any MAJOR disputes. (all the little ones don't count...until sometime in the future when I am mad, then they count again) Truly, he is the kind of guy that when I have called him to tell him "Honey, I wrecked the car." the first words out of his mouth are "Are you all right?" Not once would he think to ask the condition of the car. THEN when he actually sees the damage, he will say "accidents happen". This is just one of the gazillion reasons why he is a great husband.
Every year we have THE INCIDENT with the irrigation system in our yard. This year was especially vulnerable for THE INCIDENT as we are in the middle of a drought.
So for your entertainment and my amusement my saga begins:
Please note: Today the parts of Cheryl P. is being played by Scarlett O'Hara and the part of Hubby P. is being played by Rhett Butler.
Our story begins at our home ....yes, isn't it spectacular?...well except some brown spots that are distracting from the perfection of our BEAUTIFUL lawn. Notice our rather exotic looking birds that are relaxing on our beautiful lawn.
While our heroine is pretty sure that these spots are actually "brown patch fungus" which is happening because we are living in the hell that is Kansas this year. HOT + HUMIDITY = Crappy Lawn. Hubby goes right for the "Where is the key?"
What key...you ask. This key.
|No, this is NOT some odd looking IUD. This is a key|
that adjusts the rotors of the Hunter Irrigation system.
This is the key that adjusts the amount and spray pattern from the sprinkler head of a Hunter Irrigation System. According to hubby the reason anything gets brown is the lack of water. I have my doubts as we single handedly have reduced the level of the Mississippi River by 6 inches with our watering habits.
So I say......Oh NO! Please, NO!!!! Please don't take the key?
|Please...don't take the key. How about we read the instructions for a refresher course?|
In all fairness to Rhett, I mean Hubby, the Hunter people are diabolical. Oh they make it easy enough to change the radius on their PGP rotors but just try changing the distance of the water or the spray arc.
Not going to happen without consequences. Of course, I am at this point begging...pleading..hoping that he has learned something from historical reference. (That reference being.... we go through this every year.)
Still Rhett is not deterred.
OK, Maybe...just maybe ....this is a bit of dramatic license.
|Feel free to go get a Diet Coke from the lobby, I'll wait for you to come back|
before continuing my story.
OK, maybe, just maybe..... it looked more like this.
|Should I or shouldn't I?|
We do our bit every year to support our local Hunter irrigation specialist by paying someone to come and replace the broken sprinkler head.
So ends the cautionary tale of "Don't touch the key!"