How does my icebox know?

We'll get back to storytelling and puppets very soon. I promise.

I grew up saying icebox, not refrigerator. I still call it that mostly, just as I still say tomahto. More on inherited word choice, accents and speech patterns in another post.

At any rate, my friend Granny Sue put her results to this personality test on her blog; I'm merely reacting to peer pressure. Note that this test is not completely accurate--the first half of the last statement is false, the second is true. Some of the rest of it is true.

What Your Fridge Says About You

You like to be surrounded by things you love. You aren't exactly greedy, but you can be materialistic at times. You tend to be a fairly thrifty person. You splurge occasionally, but you're mostly a saver. You are a very adventurous person. You love to try new things, and you get bored very easily. You are responsible, together, and mature. You act like an adult, even when you don't feel like it. You are likely to be married - and very busy.

What Do the Contents of Your Refrigerator Say About You?

Dragonflies

Back to work, everybody. Vacation is well and truly over. I'm in the process of figuring out how to make dragonfly fingerpuppets for a residency with second-graders. I find myself engaging in lots of research and development. This afternoon I spent a little time at the craft store, then stopped at the Baker Wetlands. This residency is in conjunction with a visit to the wetlands. These pictures were on the walkway.

Here's one:


Same one, close up:


And another:

Oops! It's gone!



One more:


When I've figured out the fingerpuppets, I'll post pictures. Back to the lab.

Emerald Isle

One more view from vacation. I spent a lot of time looking for shells. We put them on display on the railing.

On vacation

I'm looking out the window of a beach cottage in North Carolina. Waves are rough today, due to tropical storm Fay. Yesterday I went in the water and got thrown around for a bit. I love that. I was able to get a little farther out where I was lifted up by the waves instead of roiled around in them. Fabulous. I didn't stay in long. I must have had two pounds of sand in my suit.

Here's a view on a calmer day, taken from the porch of the cottage.
Have I mentioned here how much I love salt water? I even like the smell of low tide. I was born in Rhode Island, arriving early when the family was on vacation away from where we lived then in Pennsylvania. We moved to Providence when I was two and spent lots of time at the beach. I'm not a sailor, like some of my sibs, but I love salt water.

In a little bit we're going to get lunch, what my friends Joanna and David call "golden food." Fried. I'm definitely on vacation.