Saturday, February 21, 2009

24 Hours Ago

Yesterday at this time - photo taken at Santa Monica pier. Today, I'm back in MN where it's 19 F and I had to shovel the driveway. Short business trip - very productive on the business side - and I got sand between my toes.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Curiosity and the Cat

Hobbled Runner fans are clamoring for a cat story. Not just any cat story – they want to hear the one about the cat and garbage disposal. Don’t worry; it’s not as bad as it sounds. I only regret I didn’t have the sense to snap a picture of the little guy with his entire arm trapped in the sink.

Curiosity killed the cat – or so the old saying goes. Last week in the Hobbled Household, Roscoe had a run-in with curiosity. While it didn’t kill the cat –it almost cut off his arm.

A little background: I’m an early riser, and so are Duke and Roscoe. We get up early, go out (Duke and I), do our thing (Duke actually – I use the indoor facilities), get the paper off the front step, then return to make breakfasts and lunches. Both dog and cat are “very helpful” during this morning routine. I spend about half of my mornings tripping over Duke and shooing Roscoe off the cupboards and out of the sink while I try to get work done.

Roscoe has a thing about sinks. In the upstairs bathroom he loves pulling up the “stopper” thingy and looking down the drain. I often come into the bathroom only to find the stopper missing. It’s not in the sink or on the vanity. It’s usually off in the corner somewhere, behind the toilet. He has mastered the bathroom sink.

The kitchen sink was the next frontier for Roscoe. It presented an incredible challenge – the drain cover is much heavier. In addition to stopping up the sink it also is the mechanism used to turn on/off the garbage disposal.

One day last week Roscoe managed to pull the heavy stopper device out of the kitchen sink and peer down into the much larger drain. Oh the excitement! Next, he did the most obvious thing; he poked his head in and tried to crawl down. He didn’t fit (but he almost did). I grabbed him and tossed him on the floor.

I stepped away to do something and came back to see him in the sink – again. No surprise. He’s very persistent. I reached down to pull him out again, and he screamed. He also didn’t move. He was lying down in the sink, head turned to one side, his entire arm in the sink. I soon realized he arm was stuck in the sink, garbage disposal. Luckily the only way to turn the disposal on is to insert the drain cover/stopper and turn it. I believe (though it’s not a strong faith), that the only way to operate this disposal is with the drain cover. At least I think it’s the only way.

I was able to reach around his shoulder/arm and get part of my hand down the drain, but I couldn’t remove his arm. It was obvious his paw was trapped but with his arm down there, my big hand didn’t have much room to move.

It was time for drastic steps; time to wake the Hobbled Wife. Those who know her know she values her sleep above all. With that in mind, I have to confess that it was kind of fun to see how quickly she jumped out of bed when I said, “I hate to wake you but Roscoe has his arm stuck in the garbage disposal.”

She quickly set to work and with her smaller hands, and the Hobbled Wife rescued Roscoe from the drain/disposal. If not successful, Roscoe would have been – of course – the Hobbled Cat.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Email from School

Subject line – Head Lice Update

What – an update? I never even got the first notice. I read the attached document explaining how to attack the lice. Yuck!

Try reading that without having your own head start itching.

Deer in the Headlights

OK – not exactly my headlights, but if it were a road (and not a walking path) and if I were driving a car (rather than walking) and it were dark (not broad daylight) – then he (or perhaps she) would have been a deer in the headlights.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

All My Loving x 6

The Dude is obsessed with the Beatles song, All My Loving. Today he popped With the Beatles into my car's CD player, went directly to Track 3, and hit the Repeat function. It played about 6 times (it's a short 2 minutes give or take) while we drove to school.

It's a nice little song, but I'm running out of things to say about it - - "That's Paul singing", "Hey - George joins in on that verse", "Listen to John's guitar part", "Notice how Ringo rides the cymbals through almost the entire thing", etc.

After a while it doesn't lend itself to any more teachable moments, so we sing along.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Taste of Summer

You know it's warm in MN when they close down neighborhood skating rinks. That's what we encountered Saturday afternoon when we arrived at Groveland Park for a skating party with the Dude's classmates. 46F and sunny is a big extreme for January in MN, and there were puddles on the ice. Too bad.

We were able to find some quality ice time Saturday morning at the Roseville Oval where the Dude skated in his first ever speed skating race. Three races - second to last in all. Didn't phase him - though they only gave ribbons for places 1 - 4 and the Pony Boys (age 8 - 9) had about 10 skaters in each heat.

This picture is from the Winter Carnival snow sculpture event at the Fair Grounds. The works were melting right and left when we arrived in mid afternoon. The "highlight" from a spectator point of view occurred while we were viewing The Hand (a 10 foot high fist with thumb up - picture The Fonz). While we stood admiring the sculpture, the entire thumb just dropped off.