Fox Kits at Hearthwood

jean and the kids saw our three fox kits the other day and I was fortunate enough to see them Friday night. I was walking with a scotch down to the end of the drive late that night, and heard them skittering around in the underbrush. I stayed still for just a minute and they came out again, playing around within five feet of me. Their playful romping, the pungent odor from flowering trees and the warm spring evening, punctuated by the murmuring stream and cheerful frogs make Hearthwood a good place to be in Spring. Cheers.

Fourisgreen or Fourisblue: Synesthesia

The Dyers have long held that numbers and letters, among other things, are colored. Literally I mean. For me, when someone says “number one” I think of a large blue or white (either) number one.
When in college, I learned that not everyone thinks of numbers and letters in colors, smells in shapes, and other things. I’ve come to learn the term is “Synesthesia“.
Recently, Lucas asked me what color my numbers were. It really brought tears to my eyes to know that he, too, inherited this extraordinary trait. I really consider it an aid to memory and perception, without which the world would seem blander. (His “four” is blue, while mine is green)
“from the Ancient Greek ??? (syn), meaning “with,” and ???????? (aisth?sis), meaning “sensation”‘–is a neurologically-based phenomenon in which stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway. In one common form of synesthesia, known as grapheme ? color synesthesia, letters or numbers are perceived as inherently colored, while in ordinal linguistic personification, numbers, days of the week and months of the year evoke personalities.”
Ed’s Numbers
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7(seven is white)
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Earth Day 2008 – 38 Years and counting

“Each year, the April 22 Earth Day marks the anniversary of the birth of the modern environmental movement in 1970. Among other things, 1970 in the United States brought with it the Kent State shootings, the advent of fiber optics, “Bridge over Troubled Water,” Apollo 13, the Beatles’ last album, the death of Jimi Hendrix, and the meltdown of fuel rods in the Savannah River nuclear plant near Aiken, South Carolina — an incident not acknowledged for 18 years. At the time, Americans were slurping leaded gas through massive V8 sedans. Industry belched out smoke and sludge with little fear of legal consequences or bad press. Air pollution was commonly accepted as the smell of prosperity. Environment was a word that appeared more often in spelling bees than on the evening news. But Earth Day 1970 turned that all around.
On April 22, 20 million Americans took to the streets, parks, and auditoriums to demonstrate for a healthy, sustainable environment. Denis Hayes, the national coordinator, and his youthful staff organized massive coast-to-coast rallies. Thousands of colleges and universities organized protests against the deterioration of the environment. Groups that had been fighting against oil spills, polluting factories and power plants, raw sewage, toxic dumps, pesticides, freeways, the loss of wilderness, and the extinction of wildlife suddenly realized they shared common values.
Mobilizing 200 million people in 141 countries and lifting the status of environmental issues onto the world stage. Earth Day on April 22 in 1990 gave a huge boost to recycling efforts worldwide and helped pave the way for the 1992 United Nations Earth Summit in Rio de Janeiro.”
Wikipedia

Happy Birthday, Jean :)

DSC_3656.NEFJean and I enjoyed her birthday a lot; I got to surprise her nearly every day I took off this past week (that in itself a surprise).
Wed: pretended to go to work, mowed the lawn and other chores before she got back home; took the kids while she did her GMU interview, made dinner
Thursday: Sent her to the Pink Pantry to play Myst IV, took her to lunch at 2941, my parents watched the kids until I took us all out to dinner at Preet Palace
Friday: surprised her again by taking the day off to go wine tasting at Pearmund Cellars (seriously good) and the Winery at LaGrange.
**On a side note, we managed to find a ’94 Volvo 850 to replace Jean’s ’96 850GLT. It’s black. Do we call it Darth Vader’s Tie Fighter? Or the Imperial Shuttle? Or maybe Serenity? Ideas?

Millennium Falcon bites the dust

DSC_3645.NEFFortunately Jean and the kids are fine…but that doesn’t begin to describe our week…
Jean: “On the way home from Terri’s I rear ended someone on Braddock Rd. – my car is totaled. the kids and i are fine but i’m just so beaten down by this point. this is ridiculous. Somebody stopped unexpectedly during a green light when traffic was flowing at about 50 miles an hour. The worst part was, I wasn’t even being distracted by the kids at the time. I was actually paying attention, but the car in front of me stopped so suddenly that although I immediately put on the brakes I slid into him. I don’t know what’s going to happen, if they’ll be able to fix it or what. I JUST overhauled the entire engine. sigh. Things have to get better at this point, right?!
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well, sadly it was my fault because I ran into them. So I got charged with reckless driving and have to go to court. Even though I stomped on the brakes as soon as possible – their brakes were better than mine. The cop was sympathetic since I had two witnesses to the unexpected stop who stayed to give a statement, but he still had to charge me.
Merrill had been sleeping, cried when we hit for about 30 seconds, then fell back asleep. the firefighters who came by to make sure all the kids were ok (especially Eleanor) before we moved them ended up leaving her buckled in her car seat and moving the whole seat off to the grass on the side of the road. She was still asleep for at least another half hour with the wind blowing in her hair before she woke up still buckled in her car seat out on the side of the road totally confused. All the kids were fine. We actually didn’t hit that hard, but I ran into a Ford F-150 truck with a tow hitch, and his hitch basically just ripped right through my front end and radiator. His bumper was barely hurt, but my car looked like a wreck.
The cops were upset that my airbag didn’t deploy. they think I should contact my dealer, and they think someone might have stolen it. Frankly I’m glad it didn’t because we didn’t hit that hard and I was wearing sunglasses and if it had blown up in my face my eye would REALLY have hurt!”
This seems to be the culmination of all things in the past couple months…to date:
Jean’s rear window got shattered
Microwave/Convection Oven died
Freezer defrosted (either electrician or handyman left it unplugged)
Mortgage company refused to refinance us (too much property, too little house)
Got knocked into the street by a giant metal gate (ummm….yeah. Ask Jean. She does a good job at having you visualizing her natural ability to roll. I simply would have fallen down like a giant metal robot)
Got in a car accident
In any case, the Falcon is totaled. No joke, right? So now Jean is test-driving upper mileage wagons. We’d like to stay with a standard transmission, but apparently those are few and far between. Our current favorite is the Audi A6 with third row seating…