After a 14 hour nap I awoke with noticeable stubble (a surprise if you know me) and a splitting headache that felt as if someone had busted a two-by-four over the left side of my face. No girly smack either, but a smack worthy of Hacksaw Jim Dugan's approval. The verdict didn't come until after visiting the loo for an early morning tinkle, at which time my bright orange urine quickly tipped me off that it was indeed dehydration.
Today was supposed to be straightforward, painless and relatively easy. An all day post harvest fertigation of a few Pinot Noir blocks as well as a few timed irrigation at other ranches. Nothing I couldn't handle.
First I get a phone call asking when the Chardonnay blocks were last irrigated. "Over a week ago," I replied to disbelief. Apparently there was a misunderstanding between myself and my superiors and the water was to continue to flow on the aforementioned blocks. Headache one.
Then halfway into the fertigation and the pump quit. The same pump that has been giving me migraines and keeping me awake at night, scratching my head. Now, I am no pump specialist and after hours of troubleshouting and a dip in the "drink," or what's left of a dried up creek left me with no solutions. Tomorrow it will be time to get the boxers wet and the boys will retreat to their inner sanctum as we will attempt to get to the bottom of the problem.
Time for bed. I'm rightly fed up with irrigation and these damn blogs are more pain in the ass than they are worth. Yeesh!
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