I got hosed in the isle from hell.

So it is that time of year: irrigation preparation trepidation.   
I used to invest about a quarter of my monthly income in stocks, some in labor, some in wine and the rest in plumbing supplies.  Over the years I have amassed enough random plumbing parts to be able to hook up all of the White House three times over.  
The amount of parts is inverse to my abilities as a plumber as evidenced, for example, by my toilet which flushes with hot water.  In the winter this is actually really nice, flush before and after for a most comfortable 15 minutes.  At any rate, Dylan is gungho on hooking up the driptape irrigation before he puts any transplants out.  I know, contrary to the rest of the country we have a localized drought right around highway 1002 right now. 
But really it is a good idea to have the driptape hooked up before you transplant.  So I packed a lunch box, went to the shed and spent the better part of the night rummaging through boxes of parts that had no relation whatsover to irrigation but did give me the inspiration to redo my gutters.   After it became clear that I needed just a few parts from the store Dylan went out on a reconnaisance mission, or two, or three.  (See the next blog on gas prices,the cost of vegetable irrigation and the increase in food inflation.).   I went later, repacked my lunchbox, and spent my day most pleasantly in the isle from hell at the local lumber store.  Once in a while a guy would visit with me and we would randomly exchange parts with eachother to improve our chances of accidentally finding the wrong part for eachothers application but right for ours.  It became a festive happening when we reached critical mass and there were 8 guys trading parts.   Eventually  I went home, after maxing out the discover card.  Got home, opened the bag of parts and excitedly and proudly showed Dylan the final solution.  It was great until I realized I had forgotten one part, which I am sure I could find in the shed....  So, the automatic timer broke while hooking up everything, the waterfilter  doesn't quite fit, YET; there is an extra valve in the contraption because that was was the only way to go from 17/64 to 5/8th without having to call NASA, again, but really,  in the next two days this should be operational. 

UPDATE: 
Just as a security measure I left the car windows open and sure enough, screw that irrigation, this is way more dependable.   I just need to figure out where the drainplug is on the car, and maybe start some new transplants because right now they are heading to the big pile up in the Mississippi, Ohio confluence.