Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
Of Billy Goats and Heart Attacks,
Of cabbages and kings.
Good thing Jake and I went to the beach yesterday, because today, it looks like this:
It rained last night. Rained! If we’d gone out today rather than yesterday, I wouldn’t have this farmer tan, and undoubtedly Jake would have had any number of streams to dam up. Still, I can’t complain about yesterday’s weather — a true summer’s day, without the heat the rest of y’all have had to endure.
Pix below the cut . . .
Some idiot splashed the rocks with blue paint. We saw blue flakes all up and down the shoreline — what a mess.
Pretty pretty.
Sorry about the file size, but some of these photos are so gorgeous, I hate to drop ’em to 256 colors. If there’s a better way of reducing file size, I’d like to hear it.
We went tidepooling . . .
and then Jake had to imitate a billy goat and give his old man a heart attack — first here
and then here.
To give you some basis for comparison, this is as high as I could safely climb:
Yes, Jake made it to the top. Meanwhile, at the base of this rock, I overheard an older woman saying to her husband, “Scientists will tell you, based on radiocarbon dating, that this rock is six million years old*. But we know better.”
“We do?” said her husband.
“Yes, we do! It’s in the Bible. It’s only six thousand years old.”
Thanks for clearing that up.
Here’s my favorite photo from our outing:
Yup, we had a blast.
D.
*Um. Some rocks are billions of years old. (Well, would you look at that — a US Government website that doesn’t lie about science!)
Can I please come to live with you? How can you live near that and not have a labrador retriever to take swimming?
I’ve been having this debate over the weekend with a friend who’s of the Intelligent Design crowd, but he said 14 thousand years old. I’m telling you, James Ussher has a lot to answer for in regard to dumbing down the population.
I am currently reading Richard Dawkins and loving the man, for he is a great writer, if a little bit arrogant. He’s got a show on Channel Four right now about debunking “pseudosciences” of astrology, mediumship and stuff. Excellent.
You make me want to come to Oregon now….
Your boy is just so cute…I like his hair style.
Jake=TEH CYOOT
I’m coming up blank, but did you ever do anything to give our dad a heart attack? Hey…Thursday 13? “Thirteen heart attacks I gave my parents”? You think there were that many?
It is gorgeous where you are…the sky is so blue. Are you telling there are assholes there too who felt the need to graffiti nature? Idiots!
Heights are something I don’t do well at all…I can’t even get close to the railing on the second floor of a mall.
Awww. I’ve got to post some of my vacation pix. All my kids tried to give me heart failure when we were hiking in the Alps. I think it’s written in the Kid Code somewhere.
Jake is looking a lot older to me in these photos. Maybe it’s my vision. The last picture is a keeper.
9:23 PM, and only now do I have a chance to respond to comments. It has been that kind of day.
Maureen: yes, but only if I get privileges. (Karen’s still resistant to the harem idea, but we’ll work it out.)
Lyvvie: yes, come visit NOW! Weather’s great.
DN: and he knows it, too 😉
Sis: that’s worth blogging about. Stay tuned.
Darla: pix! pix! and more pix!
CD: oh, maybe. A little bit older. Not TOO much older. Gaaah NO NO NO he’s still a child, he’s not getting any older because then I’M GETTING OLDER TOO oh stop quoting Stevie Nicks, you old fart . . .