Fiona learns about physics the hard way

My next hobby, apparently...

Fee's last Xmas gift for me arrived today. The last recipe book that she got me was titled, "A Man, A Can, A Microwave".  This seems like a fairly big leap to me, but I've been wanting to really get into exercising my 2nd Amendment Rights for a long time now.  If the economy picks up enough again soon, I may be able to acquire a fair hunting implement this year. This should be fun.

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New Year's Eve chess match

Playing chess with my best buddy Greg...

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Ambrosia

Fiona and I are in our own little corner of culinary paradise right now.  If you have never tried Explorateur, you don't know what heaven on a cracker is.

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Santa visits Pepperell

This is Deidre asking Santa for a portable mechanical bull.

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PIN-FREE AT LAST!

What's really amazing to me is how quickly the holes closed up, though I can't use the hot tub until Saturday.  But even after just a few hours of being pin-free, the difference is remarkable.

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Every which way

I took Emma with me last night to run some errands (picking up some skis and single-wall stovepipe (that sounds like a weird, mad-scientist, shopping list, doesn't it?)) and she started asking which stores we were going to go to. I decided to tease her a bit, so I replied, "We're going to three stores."

"Which ones? Does one of them start with a 'W'?"

"Honestly, except for Home Depot, I don't know; I just know where they are."

While I was serious about not knowing the names, I knew where the two ski shops were. However, Emma was hoping that I was taking her to a hair-cutting salon, and so kept asking me in little ways while we were out and about.

To her pleasant surprise, the first store we stopped at was where Fiona and I had dropped of her skis for adjustments, and then we headed to Home Depot. The third store was a different ski shop where Fiona and I had purchased skis for ourselves prior to our little road trip last week.

While we were checking out at Home Depot, Emma asked, "Is the third store within walking distance?"

"Given enough time, everything is in walking distance," I replied.

"Is it in this plaza?"

"No."

"How far is it by car?"

"About three minutes."

"Which direction?"

I pointed toward the front of the store, "That way."

She realized I wasn't going to tell her anything specific, so she stopped asking questions.

As we approached the car in the parking lot, a little pedantic part of my brain realized that I had pointed the wrong way while I was in the store. "By the way, the store is actually more in that direction; not that you know where anything is in relation to this parking lot..."

"Hey, I'm not completely stupid; I know my North from my left... I mean..."

"Do you now? Really?"

We laughed together.

It was a really cute moment.

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