It seems as though that the carb will need to be cleaned. You may luck out and only need to drop the bowl, clean that area, take the straw from a jet spray carb cleaner and work it up into the very center of the stem and spray. Of course, it is good to know that the fuel getting to the carb is clean and fresh. Should further cleaning be required, they can be a bit tricky to remove, clean and reassemble if you are questioning your mechanical ability. If you go further, watch closely how gaskets and links come off. There is a small jet that unscrews in that center stem and a tube that you shake/ push out to clean. Or new carbs are really quite affordable as well.

DIY drones, so to speak. The drone shots were nice but after a while I was ready for something else. I mean if the subject of the movie was shots from drones, fine. But the ostensible subject was rose pruning, right? I would have shown several on the ground "before" and "after" shots of different types of roses, to show the work being done, brief interviews with fun people about pruning--why they were there, etc, perhaps interspersed shots of a growing, increasingly gigantic pile of clippings to show the passage of time, shots of pruning bouquets, maybe--were there pruning bouquets? Perhaps a chorus of "ow!" "eeeiih!" and "%$&$#^", which is the sound of getting scratched and poked by prickles--the normal soundtrack of pruning time, people comparing their scratches and stabs and cuts, Someone handing out band-aids, someone sharpening pruners, etc, etc. Just more variety. Cool though, nice and clear.

kimmsr, You may be right. I just looked for pictures of what I was seeing on the fruits, and figured it was probably blossom end rot. The SFG book suggests using 5 types of compost, and I could only find two, so I quickly jumped on the problem of having a nutrient deficiency. But having only one zucchini plant, now I could see it being lack of pollination. I'll certainly get a professional soil test this fall and figure out if I should just dump out my box and start over or try to amend it. toxcrusadr, haha, yeah, lesson learned. vinegar sounds like a better idea -- I'm about outta lime juice. Surprisingly, I think my efforts are actually helping a little -- The leaves that are still attached are looking a little greener, and less rolled up. The liquid acid certainly isn't lasting very long though -- Each morning the pH meter reports that the level is back up. Think some ascorbic or citric acid powder would work better? I don't mind the extra work -- just curious. Thanks, guys!

I do understand this is a big transition for SD. I don't want to make her feel that she's not welcome, but I also don't want her using our home as her "crash pad" because she doesn't feel like driving back to BM's after seeing her boyfriend (he lives a lot closer to us). You probably can't have this both ways. If she is only allowed to "visit" and not stop by to shower, sleep, or raid the fridge, or other home-type, crash-pad activities, when she feels like it, she will probably not feel welcome. There probably is not a "fine line down the middle" that you can walk. I say this as someone who basically was your SD at her age. Well, I did have a part time job. But I was not heading to college, no idea what I wanted to do with my life, and went out partying a LOT. Up until graduation I lived half time with each parent. Once I was eighteen and out of high school, I basically decided I didn't need a curfew, so I stopped following one. My dad took basically the tactic you're proposing; told me I couldn't live there anymore unless I agreed to quit the partying and have an early curfew; first time I came home late, I would be locked out. My mom let me stay with her, paid a low-end of market value rent, I didn't have a curfew, didn't stop partying, but also didn't bring it into her home. In retrospect, which was objectively better for me? I honestly don't know. If my mom had given me the same rules as my dad, I wouldn't have stayed; I'd have found my own place. I might have "grown up" a little faster if I'd been living on my own, or I might have just been that one kid that has their own place so everyone else comes to party there, which would probably have wound up sending me into a lot more trouble than what I got into coming home to mom most nights. But I will say my relationship with my dad was strained for quite a long time. In my teenage mind, I was working, being a productive member of society, not out robbing banks or anything, and just because I wasn't going to college and liked to go to parties, neither of which seemed like horrible things to me at the time, I was --the way i saw it then-- being rejected by my parent. It did hurt me and I did resent it for years. Now, I'm not telling you that what you're suggesting is wrong I think that's a personal, family- and situation- specific choice. I'm just saying if you do it, be prepared for some emotional fall-out.