[caitrina]

Regardless I still sat by my tank and watched every little grain of sand swirl by, hoping that my husband didn’t just dump a bunch of money into something that was going to look like a constant wet sand storm. Every once in awhile I would leave my post by the tank and meander to the yard or another room and I would return to see Jack looking at the tank and he would say it will be ok Cat, don’t worry you will have a really nice tank. I would smile while still thinking…poor guy is probably thinking , man all that money down the tubes. Well the day did not leave much for clearing but the next day my husband woke me up, whispering in my ear....get up sleepy head, I got something to show you...I drug myself out of bed and well this is what I saw... I continued to take pictures as the day progressed and look you can actually see the back wall and the little green chromis who were given the names Curly, Moe and I can't think of the other stooges name, but that one. He died a few months after Jack did anyway. Larry, right?







After this miraculous day I was beginning to feel better about the whole thing and this whole tank was quickly becoming our source of stress relief, pain relief and just a reason for me to get out of the house. Remember I am still barely able to dress myself or do much of anything but sit and watch all that went on so I would spot every little thing that would move in that tank. This next pic is of the following day of the three stooges.