jwaneeta

When I finally got my pond clean and treated I was so stoked I ran out to the Petsmart at 8pm and bought goldfish. Hardy goldfish, 50 cents a fin, five in a bag. They don't even keep these poor hardworking mutts on the floor at PS; the (very nice, helpful and obviously fishophile) guy went into the back room and brought them out to me in a baggie.

With sad predictability, I felt a warm rush of affection when he handed me the bag, even though I knew rationally that although I'd dredged and treated my pond I no clue what I was doing, and that they would all probably die.

But!

We have now passed the critical 48 hour mark, and all five goldfish still live. I can't tell you how absurdly happy that makes me. Woundingly, they fear me and race to the deep end when I appear (as if I were an evildoer! Me, The Bearer of Fishflakes! The Notcoming Storm!) but I can watch them from the deck and I have seen them eat and stuff.

I'm so enraptured with this crazy house and its crazy gardens and crazy pond. I would have taken photos but I was working until well after dark. I wish I could capture the beauty of the flowers the previous owner planted: he was a bit bugfuck, at the end, but damn, did he know how to garden.

Fish! I have fish! ACTUAL FISH THAT ARE NOT DEAD OMG