30 December 2009
06 December 2009
02 November 2009
Loy Krathong at the Park
Tonight we celebrated Loy Krathong at the park with way more people than we imagined on 24 hrs notice. Best holiday ever, though we did miss the drunks slinging bottle rockets on the banks of the Mae Ping just a little.
23 October 2009
15 August 2009
27 July 2009
22 July 2009
Which is More Frightening?
What would terrify a one-year-old more; a plush rocking horse, or getting merged into by an eighteen-wheeler? If you picked the plush rocking horse, you'd be correct. On night 1 of our vacation last month we stayed with one of Jami's very favorite people in the world (and her family, thanks, Harrows). There was a plush rocking horse in the living room which Rhus began eyeballing with a certain degree of suspicion. Thinking I was clever, I went over to it and began to pet it. Then I grabbed the handle and had it leap at me, while I hollered. Rhus freaked out. It took him about three minutes to stop shaking. The next day, on I-25 on our way to Aurora to visit another friend, an eighteen-wheeler merged into us, not once but twice. He hit my door, I tried to get away, and then he hit our rear wheel and spun us ninety degrees to the left as he finally started braking. Rhus looked mildly interested, and then spent the next fifteen minutes waving at cars from the side of the highway.
02 June 2009
11 May 2009
19 February 2009
14 February 2009
28 January 2009
27 January 2009
18 January 2009
16 January 2009
07 January 2009
05 January 2009
04 January 2009
Compostin' Rat Killin' Party Time Vacation
Over the break we did some garden prep, including a much need revamping of the compost pile. It was a productive day. Between the two of us Tien and I killed three rats. He killed and ate one, with his bare teeth, I killed and did not eat two, with a shovel and the flat of a machete.
Kittens
About the middle of December we acquired two new family members. Since Rhus was born we'd felt that Tien had been a little neglected. He's pretty social for a cat, he even used to go on play dates to visit his buddy Stewart Rosenberg (a handsome cat with the stiff, athletic swagger of a retired football player) until poor Tien had to move away. One of my dad's coworkers has a Manx cat that gave birth back in October, so we went over to bring home the stumpy, and ended up with two. We call the stumpy-tabby Tina, and the black-and-white longy is called Lobs (we thought about calling him Andrew Zimmerman, in honor of Stewart's owner, but he just isn't an Andrew. Perhaps Andrew can take some comfort from the fact that a kitten with the ridiculous name of Lobs, and a personality befitting the name, just wasn't good enough to be his namesake). Since they're brother and sister they kind of take care of each other, and, as you can see from the photo, Tien likes them just fine.
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