I offered the boys a cash prize if they dug up an old and unused clothes drying rack in the back yard. I expected it would take a few days, but no, with the help of the Heibeler kids, Lucas and Marcus, it was finished in an afternoon. Next work project: wedding the garden!
Here is something from the archives. Hijo means son in Spanish.
Hijo A: Look, I found a wishing rock!
Hijo B: A wishing rock, what’s a wishing rock?
Hijo A: It’s a rock you can make a wish on.
Hijo B: Yeah, but it doesn’t work.
Hijo A: I hope it works.
Jimmy and Jimmy are, in Reid and Liam’s world a pair of silly small turtles, probably babies, who scarcely get beyond interrupting Escoffier to introduce themselves. “Hi, I’m Jimmy!”
“Hi! I’m Jimmy too!” They say, represented by a fist with the middle knuckle extended for the head. “… Hi. I’m Jimmy!…” The repeat. It’s cute and crazy.
Here, instead is Reid’s first graphic novel, with a different set of characters, also named Jimmy and Jimmy.
We just got back from a long weekend trip to the beach, in Montezuma, on the southern curve of Costa Rica’s Nicoya peninsula. The thing with peninsulas is that they are surrounded by coastline, and the thing with coastline is that has lots of beaches:
We arrived at our hotel, El Tajalin (native word for a local land crab).
Amazing right? But think about the chances of this happening. Clearly currents were such that the goggles never left that section of the beach. But that section covered and area of roughly 2 full acres (~8000 m^2). The goggles take up about 100 cm^2, so if the probability of them being in any one spot was equal (which is surely wasn’t) the chance of stepping IN THEM as I did was something 0.000125%. Of course, the location was probably determined by random walk process, which means the probability of the goggles being in the same place was the greatest of all places, albeit quite small. I will leave that calculation as an exercise to the reader.