Monday, September 29, 2008
Call Me Crazy (or Ishmael or something, I really don't care)
The above picture gives some sense of scale, but here it is, slightly closer, so you can see the image:
And here are the so far uncut pieces of glass that will produce this thing. (And I mean that literally, as it's The Thing. But I am sure some of our readers knew that already. I didn't. I, I must confess, never heard of The Thing before a month ago.)
So tonight I will get started cutting these pieces down into more manageable size (about 1/4" x 1/4") and start getting them in place. I won't bore everyone here with daily updates, but you can find out more on my other blog (woolly-thinking.blogspot.com).
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Water Park
Meanwhile, here is Frederick (sans shorts, socks and shoes) heading off in his own direction, both literally and metaphorically.
For reasons we don't understand, the water sprays suddenly started working and Thomas and Frederick had a wildly good time running in the sprinkling fountains. Simon and Frederick have been here dozens of times before and there wasn't even a trickle. It was very strange and magical, having the entire place to ourselves with the machines starting up and shutting off seemingly randonly.
And here's Frederick, now without any clothes, enjoying the ridiculousness of it all.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Simon Wants a Hidey-Hole
But here is the problem: While Simon is strong of back and arm, he lacks the, shall we say, wisdom and insight to pull this project off by himself. If ONLY we knew someone with years of experience in shed/shelf/workshop building who could DIRECTLY supervise the project...
Baby Book vol 1
Matt the cat was up at bat when a fat rat sat on his hat. Matt swatted at the cat with a flat mat. But that rat was a brat so he spat on poor Matt the cat, who was at bat.
Mail will be brought by a male quail, who likes to flail. He will not fail. He hit a rail. "I will not fail!" he wailed, as he flailed his tail. He gave his mail to a snail, with a boat with a sail, with a loose nail. The snail failed. The mail quail bailed.
Gary the merry fairy carried berries to a scary prairie. Barry buried these berries. Gary then brought cherries to that scary prairie, this time by ferry. Gary was soon very weary, so he went to the ordinary library.
Kate went to the gate to get a crate. Kate will wait. It got late. "This is not great! Where is my crate?" asked Kate. Just then eight crates came through a grate. "Great!" said Kate, no longer frustrated.
Chinese cheese was put on skis. It began to freeze. Suddenly it saw peas and bees. The cheese landed on a trapeze. It began to sneeze and wheeze.
Bob's pet was wet with sweat. Bob's pet will get a jet. The pet is no threat to the vet yet. The pet will forget the duet with Paulette. The pet plays the clarinet.
If only P.D. Eastman was still alive to illustrate these, I think we'd have a best seller.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
What Is Thomas Up To?
MEANWHILE, his percussion teacher, Alyssa, emailed me last night to ask if Thomas would join the Flint Philharmonia, the orchestra for middle and high school age kids, run through the Flint Institute of Music. It seems that percussionists are in short supply and Thomas's sticking is desperately needed. Thomas was flattered, and excited but also a bit nervous. (And I didn't even tell him the part that they will tour in Spring and have a series of performances in Chicago--I'll leave that off until the night before.) Orchestra practice will be on Thursday, from 6:30-8:30 at night--and this is on top of his weekly piano, percussion and bassoon lessons. How will he survive? There's only so much Thomas to go around!
House Number Plate
The glass pieces are attached to plexiglass because I wanted something light, that wouldn't break and wouldn't decay in the rain and snow. As I was working, I tried to think of a way to backlight the thing once it was on our house so the glass would be illuminated (much, much prettier that way). But I couldn't figure out how it could be done. Then, when it came time to remove the old plate and attach the new one, I found this hidden behind the old number plate: a small hidey-hole, with a lightbulb wired up for illuminating a number plate! (So THAT'S what that switch in the front hallway is that we thought didn't do anything!) How's that for a coinkeedink? Now I have to find a replacement bulb and/or get an electrician to update the wiring. Here it is:
And here is the houseplate in situ. (The unpainted patch is where the old mailbox was. Now it is in the garage waiting for someone to strip 10 layers of paint off it and then rehang it.)
Sunday, September 14, 2008
In Which We Are Entirely Surrounded By Water
It's still raining. Here, again, is a picture of our backyard at around 5 pm, looking like the middle of the night. You can see our yard furniture is slowly sinking into the muddy pit that was our yard. I have had to redirect our pond fish away from the grass and back into the pond several times in the past few days.
Here is one flowerbed next to our house, this one only 6 inches under water. The dehumidifier is running 24/7 in our basement, but I am sure we will be bailing water soon. Is it possible for a to go insane listening to the sound of heavy non-stop, heavy rainfall for 8 or 9 days straight? I am starting to think so.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Fall Is Here
This is the back of our yard at about 5 in the afternoon yesterday, though it looks more like 10 at night.
And here are Frederick and Simon heading off to the park, in the pouring rain, to get a bit of exercise before dinner.
Fortunately, this came in the mail today for me all the way from John Lewis, Sheffield England (finally!!) so now I have something to keep me amused during the (ever longer) evenings.
Thomas makes YouTube movies...
Personally I have NO idea what's going on. I think he video'd himself playing his DS, and I think it was to demonstrate how to get to a particular, possibly secret, part of a game. But your guess is as good as mine, really. Does this show he's a future Spielberg? I think there can be no doubt.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Lock Down!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Frederick Goes To School
Here is the art center:
Here is the "wind down" area for venting stress and anxiety:
I try not to get my hopes up, but maybe Frederick will really like school.
Monday, September 1, 2008
My cell phone ("mobile") takes crappy pictures
This creature was on a flooded path in a big park that Frederick and I like to walk through. Jami thinks it's an escaped pet lobster, but it was only about the size of the width of my hand.
He is indeed.
Mmmm. That's good eatin'.
Frederick climbed up this himself (with a little boost) but was at a loss how to get down. This park is by a lake near us. It's only occasionally closed down because of e coli scares.
Yes it is a fawn, and no it isn't dead. I think it was feigning death so we'd go away.
I looked up this device online - apparently it's used to catch frisbees. I kid you not - we were walking around here once and people showed up to play Frisbee Golf. They had professional grade Frisbees and everything!
This is the other side of the e coli lake, both geographically and thermically. Yes, those are picnic tables embedded out in the ice.
Pac-Man follies
Or, from a less ghost-centric viewpoint: