Mr. Quacky always gets the best of Noah and Claire. This is how we spent the weekend, making them laugh through whatever means we had at hand. These are two very funny little kids. Make that three (Ginny’s in the background.) We look forward to their visit at Christmastime. It will be great to have children in the house for Santa’s visit.
What four year old doesn’t like to ham it up for the camera? Noah greeted us in his suit which he wore all of Thanksgiving Day. Now that was impressive.
Claire and her sticker fun, and The Look.
We went to Falmouth to see the Delorme Maps’ giant globe. Bertha or something. No, Eartha is it’s name. That’s Ginny and Noah a couple of floors below me, looking at the base of the globe.
Over the River and Through the Woods…. to Ginny’s house we go.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Audrey’s in the hospital. 
I hope she recovers quickly and is back teaching those Oregon teenagers a thing or too again really soon. They need her. Hey Aud—-watch out for anyone carrying tender timers, you know, the plastic pop-up kind. Wish I was there with chicken soup. Or fruit cake.
(Joyce and I by the Echinus Geyser in Yellowstone) This is one of the few places on earth where one can see water in all three forms at once place at one time. That is, if you are there in the wintertime. I’ve been thinking about Water a lot more lately, since I’m working as an Explainer in the new AMNH Water exhibit. The place is very hands-on, and I’ve been surprised at how many people are unaware of simple concepts, namely, aquifers, and the purposes of dams. It’s been interesting. The exhibit is issue-driven, which is timely, especially for visitors from the South right now who are suffering the extreme drought. Before Suzanna moved to Boise, she asked me about bicycling there in the summer, if we had to worry about rain much. I remember telling her that it almost never rains in the summer there, which is true, comparatively. I used to kind of worry about that–what if it never rained again. Now there are a lot of people in the South who probably feel like they are looking that right in the eye.
I hope it snows out west this winter. And I wish I could see that geyser in the wintertime. Someday. Until then, I’ll look at the “three forms” sculpture in the AMNH, a sorry subsitute.
Tower Falls, Yellowstone National Park
This is one fat sleeping cat. Mia fell asleep playing with a chapstix. It’s hard work to be a cat. We completed two big projects yesterday. The office is now officially together. We only had one leftover cord and transformer. Who knows what that went to–everthing seems to work ok. The light aqua is really an overdue improvement over the neon shocking lemon-green. The other project was the Virtual Recital for my students. It’s done! Yeah!
My favorite WWI guy. Grandpa Floyd played the trombone in the army band. How about that, Pat.
The Coast Guard keeps this lighthouse secure; we couldn’t go onto the grounds. I don’t recall the name of this lighthouse, so I guess I’ll have to look it up. It is one of three easily found near Bridgeport, Connecticut, in this case, just down the road from the airport. Last night we giggled with Noah and Claire on the Eyeball Chat, sort of a spur-of-the-moment thing. When we asked Claire a question, she’d dive under the desk. It was the funniest thing. She was a little confused about the camera deal, but it was pretty fun to watch her reaction. We’ll have to do that more often. Thanks, Noah and Claire, or Craig, or whoever hit the Eyeball Chat button.
Randy’s on the jetty, taking photos of the lighthouse we were hiking out to. It was very, very windy.
More graves. Just beyond the stone wall at the back of the boneyard there is about a twenty foot drop. It’s a whole new world once fall hits and the leaves are gone. The dense hardwood hides many things made known after the autumn winds.