I've taken the photos, but failed to post them. Here are a few from the past week:
Yes, I'm a changed man. I paid the meter before hustling in to Wardlaw for my first class of the semester.
Here's proof you don't have to escape into the wilderness to enjoy nature. The riverfront trail near the Gervais Bridge is a great place to rock hop, kayak, or picnic. During our couple of hours there we saw a turtle, many fish, and even a snake.
Of course, perhaps we should have read this sign BEFORE jumping into the water.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
How to Build the Acro Sport: A Custom Airplane explains in just 87 pages how to go about constructing your very own flying machine. 87 pages. That is some efficient writing and diagramming.
Pictured above are the manuals I received yesterday for a new reading series. Count 'em up: six ultra thick spiral bound books. What you can't see are the three CDs sitting on top. Take that aeronautical engineers - based on this data it is approximately 12 times harder to teach reading than successfully build an airplane in your garage.
Or, more likely, some may assume teachers are less intelligent than your average Joe trying to defy gravity.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Here's a photo of the incredibly tasty chocolate cake the kids and I made Tricia for her birthday. Tricia actually took this photo. She is taking a photography class at USC and has learned what all those buttons and switches on the camera are for. Here you can see she changed the aperture so only the cake is in focus. We also tried taking this photo in the kitchen but learned that the natural lighting of the sun is far superior to CFL bulbs.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
One of Ainsley's friends from school e-mailed me a few days ago asking if we could have a "Dads and Daughters Hike" this weekend. That was exactly what she called it. How can you say no to a request like that? Thanks to their being Jewish and our being heathens, we all had Sunday morning free.
As seen in the photo, it absolutely poured rain the whole time we were driving to the park. However, everyone was still game and we were rewarded with a refreshingly cool walk through the mud. It even stopped raining about a third of the way into the trip.
One of the bridges was out and we had to balance our way across the narrow side of a 2" x 6" to get across a deep muddy pass. Later, Ainsley pointed out that there was a sign at the beginning of the trail alerting everyone to the fact that this trail had been closed about a month ago and that we weren't supposed to be on it. The sign had blown off a tree and I missed it. Oops.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
She has spent the day taking pictures of just about everything with her new camera.
Even a matchbox.
Even her feet.
Last week I took a picture of the spigot on the rain barrel. I have numerous pictures of my feet - sticking out of the lake, propped up in a chair, highlighting ugly blisters. I'm just sayin'... we shouldn't judge these things.
Friday, August 10, 2012
A little further down the shoreline there was a stretch of beach adopted by the closed-minded anti-humanists. You can just imagine what it looked like. I saw one of their members wearing a confederate flag t-shirt that read: If you're offended by this flag, you need a history lesson!
Sunrise on the pier.