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Jun. 2nd, 2008
Beware Romans bearing gifts
Jun. 2nd, 2008 08:23 pmOK, so, we finished with the Greeks, and started the Romans. And one of the first things we did was build a Roman road. Took the top of a shoebox, poured glue on it, then put a layer of sand down. More glue, layer of gravel. More glue, layer of concrete (recipe provided by our Roman activity book, uses sand and cream of tartar). Flat stones on top of the concrete. Looks really cool (pics coming).
We had leftover gravel and sand in a couple of Tupperware containers, and I left them at the front door for lack of anywhere to put them, and Daniel knocked into them, causing there to be a bit of a gravel spill in our entryway. Then this morning I thought OK, enough's enough, I had the excuse that I was too busy studying for the Bar to maintain a clean house - and then the excuse that after several weeks of studying it took a while to get caught up with the laundry & sweeping and all that - but this is just laziness. There is no need for two Tupperware containers to sit in our front entry, with a lovely gravel spill gracing the floor. Gravel can go outside, and the sand...
Hey, you know what? That concrete recipe was pretty darn cool. And we're going to be doing the Romans for a month or so, and we're sure to find someplace to use concrete. Why don't I stick it in a jar, or empty plastic container, or something? Yes, that's what I'll do. Go me!
Come back from TaeKwon-Do tonight and go get the Tuppeware. And a strainer. And a scoop. Here we go.
Start scooping the sand from the Tupperware to the strainer. Some of it's gotten wet, but that's OK, I'll just poke it through.
Scoop scoop scoop. Poke poke poke.
Scoop. Poke. Sniff.
Scoop. Poke. Sniff.
What's that I sniff?
Scoop. Poke. Sniff.
Why is the sand wet?
Sniff.
!
Ah. OK. Yeah, not going to use that sand. Somebody in our home - our cat, to be precise - already found a use for it.
Yuck.
We had leftover gravel and sand in a couple of Tupperware containers, and I left them at the front door for lack of anywhere to put them, and Daniel knocked into them, causing there to be a bit of a gravel spill in our entryway. Then this morning I thought OK, enough's enough, I had the excuse that I was too busy studying for the Bar to maintain a clean house - and then the excuse that after several weeks of studying it took a while to get caught up with the laundry & sweeping and all that - but this is just laziness. There is no need for two Tupperware containers to sit in our front entry, with a lovely gravel spill gracing the floor. Gravel can go outside, and the sand...
Hey, you know what? That concrete recipe was pretty darn cool. And we're going to be doing the Romans for a month or so, and we're sure to find someplace to use concrete. Why don't I stick it in a jar, or empty plastic container, or something? Yes, that's what I'll do. Go me!
Come back from TaeKwon-Do tonight and go get the Tuppeware. And a strainer. And a scoop. Here we go.
Start scooping the sand from the Tupperware to the strainer. Some of it's gotten wet, but that's OK, I'll just poke it through.
Scoop scoop scoop. Poke poke poke.
Scoop. Poke. Sniff.
Scoop. Poke. Sniff.
What's that I sniff?
Scoop. Poke. Sniff.
Why is the sand wet?
Sniff.
!
Ah. OK. Yeah, not going to use that sand. Somebody in our home - our cat, to be precise - already found a use for it.
Yuck.
