Administrivia

High voltage

I’ve had to make a few small repairs here as a result of a lightning strike and some other acts of nature.

From the now-deceased dendro weblog:
Zap! Boom! I was sitting on my front porch with my wife and daugher this evening, watching a storm roll through, when a lightning bolt hit the ground about 15 feet away from us, just on the other side of our big sycamore tree. Heard the boom, saw the flash at the same time. Dirt, rocks, and grass got thrown into the air and across the hood of our neighbor’s car. The tree appears unscathed (for the moment).

However, my router and venerable old Cisco Catalyst workgroup switch have departed for the heavens, as has the Ethernet adaptor on my Mac Cube. There was no other electrical damage in the house–we had to degauss some monitors, but otherwise things seemed OK. The damage appears to have been caused by magnetic field induction on some of my longer Ethernet runs; they fried the ports on the LAN hardware.

Way, way, freaky. I’d upload pictures, but I can’t right now. Have to pack for my trip to NY for CeBIT tomorrow.

 

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Cicada Picnic

We got our first major dose of cicada-mania this weekend at Zoë's pre-school spring picnic. As we sat in the grass eating pot-luck picnic cuisine, children were gawking at the underside of a picnic table next to a large maple tree, where dozens of cicadas were popping out of their nymph skins and plopping to the ground. What followed was a combination of squeals of joy and squeamishness, as various unfortunate cicadas fell under the influence of three-year-olds.

Zoe was trying to carry one on a leaf (so as not to have to actually touch it) when I got one onto her back. By the time we were back over to our blanket with Paula and our neighbor/babysitter Anna (whom Zoë had invited along, and had been showing off ever since our arrival to our teachers), the cicada had climbed to her shoulder. Zoë laughed at the cicada's tickly legs on her shoulder, then squirmed, and the red-eyed bug plopped to the ground as it sought a less shaky perch.

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Mother’s Day Weekend Mania

On Saturday, we went to the Roland Park Presbyterian Church's Strawberry Festival–a kinder, gentler kind of church fair (at least in comparison to the three-ring circus that was the St Pius X Carnival we worked the bookroom for), with pony rides, a moon bounce, old fashioned lemon sticks and strawberries six ways to Sunday. Zoë had her first (and second) pony ride ever, and she was all grins; then she dominated the moon bounce for a while as Paula perused the used books.

Finding the works of Franz Kafka at a church fair is, well, surreal. It reminded me how much of my recent life has resembled Metamorphisis (figuratively, of course–I didn't awake to find I had become a giant cockroach).

Sunday, I made my patented french toast and bacon breakfast for mother and daughter (the boys still being at their mom's/my ex's for the day). We went to Fells Point, rode the water taxi, did the carousel next to the Science Center, contemplated touring a Spanish tall ship (not mom not daughter's style, I determined–more of a boy thing), and jaunted back to Fells Point for pizza at BOP.

Then it was home again, to cook dinner on the grill–the neighbors (Anna and Allison) came over, the boys returned (Jonah gave Paula a Mother's Day card he had made, which nearly knocked her off her feet–“from your son Jonah”), and I grilled salmon, chicken, eggplant, mushrooms, zucchini, squash, and onions on the Weber (followed by a flight of toasted marshmallows for the Z).

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Mother's Day Weekend Mania

On Saturday, we went to the Roland Park Presbyterian Church's Strawberry Festival–a kinder, gentler kind of church fair (at least in comparison to the three-ring circus that was the St Pius X Carnival we worked the bookroom for), with pony rides, a moon bounce, old fashioned lemon sticks and strawberries six ways to Sunday. Zoë had her first (and second) pony ride ever, and she was all grins; then she dominated the moon bounce for a while as Paula perused the used books.

Finding the works of Franz Kafka at a church fair is, well, surreal. It reminded me how much of my recent life has resembled Metamorphisis (figuratively, of course–I didn't awake to find I had become a giant cockroach).

Sunday, I made my patented french toast and bacon breakfast for mother and daughter (the boys still being at their mom's/my ex's for the day). We went to Fells Point, rode the water taxi, did the carousel next to the Science Center, contemplated touring a Spanish tall ship (not mom not daughter's style, I determined–more of a boy thing), and jaunted back to Fells Point for pizza at BOP.

Then it was home again, to cook dinner on the grill–the neighbors (Anna and Allison) came over, the boys returned (Jonah gave Paula a Mother's Day card he had made, which nearly knocked her off her feet–“from your son Jonah”), and I grilled salmon, chicken, eggplant, mushrooms, zucchini, squash, and onions on the Weber (followed by a flight of toasted marshmallows for the Z).

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May Day! May Day!

A photolog of our May Day activities: the Waverly Farmer's Market, and the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival, shot with the Handspring's eyemodule2:


Zoe on the front steps, showing off her new dress.

Frankie, come home!

Nice tomatoes.

Oregonian lambs

Baa.

Ram.

Ewwwwwww. Zoe sucks a lemon plucked from the fresh-squeezed lemonade.

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