“It’s a miracle, Bobby!”

“Holy mackerel!” I exclaimed.
For once my text was readable. It was black, not puke-gray.
For months my printer wasn’t printing “photo-black.” That nozzle was apparently clogged. I forsaw printer repair. 89 bazilyun dollars, and probably gouts of time.
My printer is a gigantic Epson Stylus “Photo R3000.” I prefer a large printer in case I gotta print big documents — maps for example.
Months ago I asked a guru at nearby PC & Wireless if they repaired printers, or if they knew anyone who did.
“Trash it!”  they said. “If it’s only a peanuts printer, get another.”
I guessed my “Photo R3000” was fairly substantial — it takes an entire shelf. 10 inches high by well over a foot deep by over two feet wide. Cost almost 2,000 smackaroos. My TV is what’s peanuts — my computer technology is astounding.
I never watch TV. I’d rather drive this computer. TV’s a waste. I only watch the local and national TV-news; Heaven-forbid I miss The Donald’s latest 3 a.m. tweet, or his latest firing.
My scanner, also Epson, is another entire shelf. Almost a yard wide; the largest scanner I could buy. No more merging multiple scans with Photoshop. I have a calendar slightly bigger than that scanner-platen.
I fly these blogs almost immediately, but only so I can proof. Flown I print the blog, but no notification until I proof.
Previous printouts were thin — puke-gray. Often I include a photo or two. Lacking photo-black they looked putrid.
It’s been that way for months. On a ‘pyooter-screen they look fine, but printouts looked awful. Only one person refuses my e-mail links; they freeze his e-mail. We never know why — probably some mysterious setting. He’s a train-guy in faraway Altoona, PA; he’s the only reader for whom I print. Only train-guys get train blogs; most others get everything. I figured that train-guy could accept a goofy photo print.
My R3000 has three black nozzles. Only the full black wasn’t working; the others are “light-black” and “ultra light-black.” I printed a blog last night to proof. WHOA! It’s black; it looked normal.
For whatever reason the photo-black nozzle unclogged itself. I ran a nozzle-test. All eight nozzles were printing.
No printer repair = wonders never cease!

• “It’s a miracle, Bobby!” is something my God-fearing mother used to say about anything lacking simple and immediate explanation.