I was cleaning up my brewing stuff and putting things away, stuff that has been sitting out cluttering my laundry room, and I looked carefully at my siphon hose. It has gotten discolored and hazy at one of the bends. Time to replace it with a new one. What I should have done was buy a new hose when I bought the new autosiphon.

Its a good idea to go over all the brewing equipment to make sure everything is in working order. I’ve written before about one of my five gallon carboys that has a hairline crack in the shoulder. I need to re-find that one and get rid of it.

Cheers.
Tony

It has been over three months since my last brewing session. It has been a couple weeks since the kegs have been emptied. This healthy kick has been brutal for my brewing hobby. There I am running and watching what I eat, spending time cleaning the house on my infrequent nap breaks (the kids are getting older) and completely neglecting all my brewing equipment!

Heck, there is even a 16 gallon keg sitting in my garage just WAITING for me cut open and convert it into a brew kettle. Yet there it sits. Holding my youngest daughter’s bike helmet.

Maybe if anyone is still reading this, there might be some sugestions to regain some motivation for the fermented goods?

I hope all is well, folks, I’m not going to sell my brewing stuff yet, I still have two kits to fire up!

Cheers,
Tony

Last weekend I walked up the driveway to another rummage sale and was startled to find something brewing/beer related. Usually the rummage sales my kids and I visit have a lot of baby clothes, old tools and toys that no one wants. Oh, all that and a bunch of stuff that looks like granny turned down as knickknacks.

There, sitting on the side of the driveway was a smallish cooler with a faucet coming out. Yeah, folks, there was a jockey box for sale. It had everything included: one line cold plate, tubing, faucet and shank, sanke tap, even a cleaning pump thing.

I wanted to ask the woman manning the table “Does he know you’re selling that?” but resisted that urge.

The thing that shocked me more than finding that there was what they were asking for it. The price on the sticker was $10.

What is worse, though? I had my wallet out, looked at the money in there, looked at the box, put my wallet back… took it out again… put it back…

Yup, I walked away from the jockey box. I knew that it was a great deal, a steal in fact, but in my head I also knew that it would sit in my shed or garage for a long time before I did anything with it. Even resell it. It would just sit there.

I passed.

Happy Thursday everyone!
Cheers,
Tony