Category: Everyday Stories
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Some people don't have to remember to dance, they just do
In the meanwhile, I try to teach H.o.p. about the earth’s yearly cycle. I’ve been telling him about it for several years and he’s been fed all the information through a number of enjoyable educational venues. Ms. Frizzle tells him about it. Astronomy disks tell him about it. He likes what the planets look like,…
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Talk amongst yourselves about Harriet Myers–we'll make hydrogen sulfide
Yeah, yeah, I know. Harriet Myers, Harriet Myers. Whatever. We’ll see what the Bushtroll does next. In the meanwhile, we made hydrogen sulfide!!! And it smelled real bad. Bad enough that it chased H.o.p. from our little science lab (kitchen). “Eeeeeew, yuck! That stinks!” and he ran. It’s tough doing science when your seven-year-old flees…
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I am a lousy scientist – exploring inertia
Krampf’s science this week involved exploring Newtonian inertia via the simple experiment of putting a glass over a marble on a table top, pushing the glass in a circle which causes the marble to spin in a circle, and you should be able to pick up the glass and have the marble spinning within it…
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Yes, yes, I knew we weren’t living in Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood
One thing I didn’t know when moving in here, but discovered last night, is that we have 33 sex offenders registered within 1 mile of us, 21 of them being convicted for sex offenses against children, the majority of those registered within less than a hop, skip and jump and the rest are between us…
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What’s up with all the police
Half a dozen cop cars and a dozen police have someone pinned down at one of the two side entrances to our building. Marty met a couple of our neighbors in the other building, everyone piling out to see what was going on. No one knows. A little police activity brings the people together and…
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Fierce pumpkins and happy cactus
First, a distant relation in Kansas sent me this link with a Flash on How to carve a pumpkin like a pro. I knew there would be a punch line but I didn’t know what. H.o.p. came running up behind me, “What game is that?!” I told him, “How to carve a pumpkin like a…
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"…an individual expression of a timeless longing for human dignity and freedom"
Rosa Parks has passed on. I felt that as a person, if I did not want to be mistreated, there was no way I was going to stop being mistreated if I accepted it continuously… — Rosa Parks Actually no one can understand the action of Mrs. Parks unless he realizes that eventually the cup…
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Loveland, the soap
Marilyn-Aphrodite spoke to Tom Delay again. And she said, “Tom, I saw you in the news today…” To which Tom replied, “Oh boy, you s-sure make a pretty postcard, Marilyn, sweetheart.” “You’re stuttering again, Tom. It breaks my heart to see you stutter so, and everyone laughing at you, laughing at you, Tom.” “Prettier than…
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Talk about a brazen attempt at breaking-in
This is about as brazen as it gets. Our upstairs neighbor knocks on the door to let us know she went out to walk the dog and saw someone peeking in our front window. She asked what he was doing. He said he was checking his air conditioner. She said it wasn’t his and for…
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Bobby and the A-Bomb Factory
Bob Myers wrote a book about growing up a child of Hanford, Bobby and the A-Bomb Factory, that supplies not only a unique account on Hanford but also on the different American Indian nations in the area and the effect of Hanford on them. I happened upon his book the other day and promptly read…
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The art of bootmaking
I’m not going to start bootmaking I don’t believe, but it’s a good thing to meander and I enjoyed reading up a little on lasts and heels and oak tanning and pegging. How I got there was via my looking online for where I might buy some boots. My mind took a side road, as…
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Prepping myself to euthanize Nero
Fish tanks are supposed to inspire a sense of peace and well-being. This is our sad but pretty, calico Ryukin, Nero. Nero wasn’t always in this sad state. She used to swim upright. We have three other goldfish including one other exotic and they are doing quite well, including Dylan, a feeder comet we got…