Marsha
Dec 6th, 2008
Dec 6th, 2008
Archive for the 'nothing in particular' Category
Marsha
Nov 29th, 2008
Nov 29th, 2008
Boogie boogie hedgehog
In my house we are crazy for cheetahs and hedgehogs. I doubt there’s a lot of “cute cheetah” footage out there. But hedgehogs? Oh yeah.
Marsha
Nov 27th, 2008
Nov 27th, 2008
The ultimate
This right here makes me want to see the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade in person. Look what happened this morning:
(You know how much I love these things.)
Marsha
Nov 7th, 2008
Nov 7th, 2008
Huh
Apparently, I’m a dude.
How about you?
Marsha
Oct 14th, 2008
Oct 14th, 2008
I am easily amused
Marsha
Sep 29th, 2008
Sep 29th, 2008
School days
In a previous post I mentioned the commute to Sylvia’s school. We were very lucky to find a great preschool (a Montessori school) right on the edge of our neighborhood. The school doesn’t have a proper parking lot—just enough spaces for the teachers. Outside the front door is a pull-through driveway, so parents pull up to the door, a teacher removes/replaces the kid from/into the car seat, and off they go.
At drop-off and pick-up times there’s a queue of at least a dozen vehicles. And about 90 percent of them are SUVs. (The other day, all the ones I saw were SUVs.) SUVs that are just sitting there, idling their gas-guzzling engines for five minutes (or even longer, since there are always parents who show up fifteen or more minutes early so they can be first).
So, yeah, I do feel a little self-righteous when I cruise up the driveway (it’s wide enough to accommodate two vehicles, so the half farthest from the door is wide open) on this setup, pick up Sylvia (the teachers bring her out as soon as I show up, probably because I’m easily recognizable as the only bicyclist), and zip on out of there in just a minute or two. We live just under half a mile from the school, and it takes me only five minutes to bike there, so unless the weather is truly horrid or we are running extremely late, I don’t see any reason why I can’t ride there.*
So far, Sylvia and I are really enjoying these little rides together. For some reason, getting her to school in the bike trailer feels a lot less rushed than getting her there in a car, so that’s helped a lot with the stop-playing-at-home-it’s-time-to-go-to-school transition. There’s something really nice about being outdoors early in the morning when it’s still pretty quiet out, too.
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*And I love my bike. It’s a 1992 Specialized Crossroads. It has a little bell and a wheel/human-powered light generator that I got at the Center for Appropriate Transport.
Marsha
Aug 21st, 2008
Aug 21st, 2008
So true
(From Toothpaste for Dinner. If you don’t already read this, you should.)
Marsha
Aug 12th, 2008
Aug 12th, 2008
Important information
Marsha
Jun 23rd, 2008
Jun 23rd, 2008
Inspiration
Would I live in a house like this? Absolutely.
Somehow, though, I just can’t imagine someone being able to pull this off in the USA. Surely some building code or another would get in the way, don’t you think? Or am I being too cynical?
Marsha
Apr 25th, 2008
Apr 25th, 2008
Is this going too far?
It’s spring, it’s Friday, and this is just the sort of thing that cracks me up.
