Hi! I’m back home from school with a headache.
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I just ate some serbert and now my headache is gone. We have a new teacher in school. (I’m in 5th grade) We’re doing a project in school about reading books.
–Simon
Cucumbers!
If you recall, this is the experimental gardening year, and from the seed vault I have planted a pickling cucumber vine, and despite the presence of vine borers, it appears to be doing very well.
I came back from Wisconsin to see these guy on the vine. As they were not normal cucumbers, I was uncertain when to pick them. A quick Google search revealed that they could be picked at any time, so I guess they don’t suffer as much from bitterness if they get bigger? Liz also concluded that they were ready, so I was convinced. She also referred to them as “salad cucumbers”, so I presumed she had some prior experience with the variety.
I found them pleasantly very crunchy, and milder than I expected. They didn’t have that strong cucumber-y aftertaste. They’re also very prolific. I anticipate a future experiment with homemade pickles.
–Simon
Aldo Leopold
Sometimes events align in an uncanny relation. I recently parodied a book from my youth: A Sand County Almanac, by beginning a series of posts from my childhood journal. I recalled that the book’s setting was in Wisconsin, so when we took our trip up there recently, the book was on my mind.
Then, when driving into town on a liquor run, I saw this:
Curious, I delved deeper and discovered that there is no “Sand County” in Wisconsin, at least not as a political delineation. The name is used in reference to the geographical region of Wisconsin which has sandy soil. I wondered: how far did that region extend, and was this turn of phrase in the common local lexicon–and therefore this business name being of no relation, or was this business name indeed an intentional nod to the author?
Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a clear physical boundary of “Sand County”. But the Wausau region is still very glaciated and sandy, being interspersed with a lot of lakes, so I think it qualifies.
Additionally, I discovered Leopold has a historical marker. Obviously the marker would be placed in the physical region, so I input the coordinates into a map:
Wausau is about 50 miles away, and on the way home, the closest we got was 31 miles. So while I’ll never know the above business owner’s intentions, I think this concludes that we were officially in Sand County, and enjoy the historical significance for what it is.
–Simon
A Lubbock County Almanac (December 30, 1994)
Now that christmas is over and all your presents are open, you get that sad feeling.
It hasent snowed yet but I still have hopes (very little) We usally don’t get much snow here because we live in Texas. When we do get snow it’s a half inch and it melts before noon! I really dont know what to write so by.
–Simon
You’ll Burn Your Eye Out!
One of the parental killjoys that has stuck with me over the years has been my father’s aversion to sparklers. Liz, however, had a very different childhood experience, so fireworks are less of a novelty to her. Admittedly, I still giggle whenever I set off a bottle rocket. I guess the bar’s been set pretty low.
I will attempt to quote my father’s response to a childhood inquiry regarding purchasing sparklers: “Those things are made of magnesium, which burns at 3000 degrees centigrade! They use magnesium flares to weld underwater! No you can’t have one!”. That may not be a direct quote, but it includes all his points.
So when Liz picked some up for the kid, I thought about this past conversation. A quick Google search reveals that, depending on the composition, they burn upwards of 1600 degrees Celsius–not quite as hot as my father claimed, but I still wouldn’t want to touch the flame.
But, like getting salmonella from raw cookie dough, some experiences are worth the danger risk. Personally, I think it was just an excuse to avoid spending money on something superfluous–a reason that makes far more sense to me now as a father myself. I wonder what goofy thing I say that my own kid will remember forever.
Ah well. For now–fire!
–Simon