Astronaut Soichi Noguchi (@Astro_Soichi) has been tweeting from the International Space Station. I’d have to say his twitpics pretty much kick the butts of all the other twitpics.
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Drip.
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Our washing machine broke. A replacement has been arranged, but in the meantime, I wash things in the bathtub. I do this as seldom as possible. Things come out of the tub pretty wet and heavy. So that I don’t break the dryer, I hang them outside for several hours before drying. The first time I did this, it was the load that the washing machine made wet but wouldn’t swirl around. There wasn’t much choice about the timing. It rained. I wrung.
Drip.
The next load I did got to bask in a bit of weekend sunshine. Spring is truly edging its way in. I took advantage of the light to play with my camera.
Drip drip.
Little jammies drip.
Oh, is this what the lens hood is for?
On a work day, drying laundry like this is a bit of a gamble. You just look on helplessly if it decides to rain. Also there’s not much time before work to lean over the bathtub impersonating a washing machine. Also, impersonating a washing machine gives you Popeye forearms.
That’s why the new washing machine is going to have its work cut out for it when it arrives.
Easter eggs!
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What, we were supposed to do this earlier, and have a hunt for the eggs today? No way, they’d be too easy to find. I can smell them from here right now.
Hey, we’re fairly new at this parenting thing, and it’s a steep learning curve. My mom asked me yesterday if we’d made hats. Sigh. Maybe next year we’ll have it together enough for that.
Here’s the setup. Bowls and paper plates with food colouring in water, and olive oil drizzled into each one. It wouldn’t have had to be olive oil but the only other oil we have right now is sesame, which, with boiled eggs, would have made for an interesting combo of aromas.
The oil, where it wets the egg, keeps the water from touching it, so that part of the egg doesn’t get coloured. For artists and geeks, it’s egg lithography with the oil as a resist.
As you can see, G was more interested in crunching and squishing the eggs than in colouring them. She was also interested in smooshing and splooshing the coloured water around.
We vacuumed three times and mopped twice over the course of this exercise.
I suppose I should point out that there were no white eggs at all at the grocery store. Brown is the norm here. I managed to get a neat patterned egg or two while G wasn’t looking.
Good thing I got a decent shot of the eggs before what happened next. It wasn’t pretty…