Another spring. Another carnival. Another gallon of distilled water every week. Introducing Zippy and Bubbles. Newly installed and counting the days in this life everlasting.
Awesome photo, Georgia. Welcome to your newest family members.
Comment by jena strong — May 12, 2009 @ 3:03 pm
When we moved into this house, there was a bowl with 3 goldfish on our porch. We assumed it was some kind of house warming gift (later in turned out to be a wacky date request for the former owner’s teenage son). We kept the fish, replacing them as often as they expired. At first, I was very diligent about the water and such. Eventually, I would just use water from the tap. The tap water fish’s lives were just as long (which is to say, just as short). The cat kept drinking the from the fish bowl and the fish kept committing suicide. It upset the kids (more so, the fish, I’m sure). Now, we just have kitties.
That’s my fish story.
Live long and prosper, Zippy an Bubbles!
Comment by Mrs. B. Roth — May 12, 2009 @ 4:10 pm
Zippy already expired . . . which is why I turned this into a memorial post first thing this morning. I attribute it to the knowing violation of another of my fish tenets: no more than one tenant per bowl!
Comment by Karen Maezen Miller — May 12, 2009 @ 5:48 pm
RIP, Zippy & Good Luck, Bubbles!
What a wacky ride this life can be!
Comment by Cam@Journey Wildly — May 12, 2009 @ 9:38 pm
Our house in Maryland is surrounded by a number of fish places of rest/return to trees, and two greatly mourned hamster graves. Alas, our intimacy with California has no bones in it.
–Chris
Comment by Chris Austin-Lane — May 13, 2009 @ 1:19 am
As a child I held a funeral for one of my fish – complete with a casket and taps play on my trumpet. The grave was sprinkled with fish food. I think I must have been around eleven-years-old. I’ve become more practical with age. My children not so much. I foresee additional fishy funerals in my future.
Comment by Shalet — May 13, 2009 @ 1:20 am
I love that photo! Very nice photo sense you have, Georgia.
Comment by dosankodebbie — May 13, 2009 @ 9:17 am
AFTER I bought goldfish (and killed a few), I was told that they are not easy fish to keep, and that beginners should begin with different fish. (Beginners mind does not begin with goldfish?) That said, I now have the hardiest pair of goldfish ever — they made the move from Albuquerque to Spokane and lived to tell the tail/tale. They really do need a full tank set-up, with heater, air bubbler, gravel, filter, etc. (Maybe Ms. G want to learn the art of fish keeping?)
Comment by Judy Merrill-Smith — May 13, 2009 @ 5:50 pm
Photo by Georgia Miller
Awesome photo, Georgia. Welcome to your newest family members.
Comment by jena strong — May 12, 2009 @ 3:03 pm
When we moved into this house, there was a bowl with 3 goldfish on our porch. We assumed it was some kind of house warming gift (later in turned out to be a wacky date request for the former owner’s teenage son). We kept the fish, replacing them as often as they expired. At first, I was very diligent about the water and such. Eventually, I would just use water from the tap. The tap water fish’s lives were just as long (which is to say, just as short). The cat kept drinking the from the fish bowl and the fish kept committing suicide. It upset the kids (more so, the fish, I’m sure). Now, we just have kitties.
That’s my fish story.
Live long and prosper, Zippy an Bubbles!
Comment by Mrs. B. Roth — May 12, 2009 @ 4:10 pm
Zippy already expired . . . which is why I turned this into a memorial post first thing this morning. I attribute it to the knowing violation of another of my fish tenets: no more than one tenant per bowl!
Comment by Karen Maezen Miller — May 12, 2009 @ 5:48 pm
RIP, Zippy &
Good Luck, Bubbles!
What a wacky ride this life can be!
Comment by Cam@Journey Wildly — May 12, 2009 @ 9:38 pm
Our house in Maryland is surrounded by a number of fish places of rest/return to trees, and two greatly mourned hamster graves. Alas, our intimacy with California has no bones in it.
–Chris
Comment by Chris Austin-Lane — May 13, 2009 @ 1:19 am
As a child I held a funeral for one of my fish – complete with a casket and taps play on my trumpet. The grave was sprinkled with fish food. I think I must have been around eleven-years-old. I’ve become more practical with age. My children not so much. I foresee additional fishy funerals in my future.
Comment by Shalet — May 13, 2009 @ 1:20 am
I love that photo! Very nice photo sense you have, Georgia.
Comment by dosankodebbie — May 13, 2009 @ 9:17 am
AFTER I bought goldfish (and killed a few), I was told that they are not easy fish to keep, and that beginners should begin with different fish. (Beginners mind does not begin with goldfish?) That said, I now have the hardiest pair of goldfish ever — they made the move from Albuquerque to Spokane and lived to tell the tail/tale. They really do need a full tank set-up, with heater, air bubbler, gravel, filter, etc. (Maybe Ms. G want to learn the art of fish keeping?)
Comment by Judy Merrill-Smith — May 13, 2009 @ 5:50 pm