Marilyn, you will have to come to a Plant Swap one day and meet all us ne'er-do-wells soon! (You can tell who we are by asking us if we do well. We'll tell you, "Ne'er!") As for YOU, Felix...regarding that poor unfortunate sweet little grey-haired lady above...I know this is a touchy subject for you, an' all...but...all things considered...I think I'd rather SAY it than SEE it, if you get my drift!! (Just funnin' you, my friend!) And with that, I'd better say goodnight, before I REALLY get into trouble! Marcia

why are you selling this .. what will you be useing when this goes.. as it's not likely you'll not be useing something... Gordon

Yep, I agree with greystoke here. If your meter's reading drifts while sitting in the same solution there's something wrong with either the probe or the meter. Talk to Hanna and see what they want to do to fix it.

Came through ok here as well. Minor damage from winds, couple small trees down, some large limbs down are common. Winds only gusted up to around 50MPH here during heavy rain bands. Only knocked over my 5' windmill in its pot, but no damage. Bananas got a bit of shred, but not real bad. The water came up to the drain tops here, and moved up in the toilet some, but nothing like we saw before. We had sandbagged and prepared yesterday. IT figures we didnt flood. I would put money on it if we had not had the sand bags ready, we would have flooded massively. Just how things go it seems. LOL! Cute citty Jonnieb. I found my cat the night after Isabel went thru. I was helping my friend move into his new house in columbia heights, and i saw this tiny little dot in the yard. Just a couple ears sticking up. I approached but he ran away, but kept coming back, we put water in ice cube trays for him ( its all we had at the time) and he would come and drink, but was very skittish. I finally got him, no mother be found anywhere, no cat calling, nothing. We think his mother may have perished during the storm / flooding. He was flea ridden and terribly imaciated, just skin and bones really. I took him home that night, and took him to the vet the following week. At that point we did not know he was a boy, so I named him Isabel, after the storm. At the vet, the vet said to me.. well, Isable, IS A BOY! LOL! I had to bottle feed him with an eye dropper for a couple weeks. He weighed a whopping 6 ounces and completely fit in the palm of my hand, tail and all. The vet said he was likely the runt, and he was barely 4 weeks old. Hes now 5 years old as of the last week in august, and is a happy, healthy, but lean, and smaller house cat. Hes got the most beautiful ocean green eyes. Hes still got that "WILD" in him tho. He was after all a wild ferral city kitty. Heres a couple of pics of him.