So I've now joined the ranks of the first 50 people to see these casks and amphorae in the last 1700 years.

This is so cool.

I did something very non-l33t at lunch, and asked if I could scan the photo, or a portion of it, to my Flickr account (it's copyrighted to Woods Hole) so you guys could see it, and they said no, not until they release their work. Which makes sense.

I may do a painting of it (when I have time, HA!), as it's neat patterns and textures. The debris field is oblong, with mostly intact amphorae (the kind with pointy bottoms) predominating, in various depths of sediment. It's all tones of reddish-brown, and there are starfish here and there.

ION, Mallory had his first souvlaki at lunch today, and appears to be a fan.

Well, the babies are on the bus, slightly under-dressed for the weather. I didn't take into account the wind off the lake when I checked the temps. They'll only be outside 5 minutes at a time, both have long-sleeved shirts on and fleece jackets, so they won't freeze.

Oh, sharing time. Kara and I went to do the grocery shopping all by ourselves on Sunday, a little girl's afternoon fun. We talked about what to buy and chatted about things and it was great, though I had to shush her a couple of times while I was reading labels or comparing price per lb on a couple of things.

So, we're in the checkout line and I'm unloading the food, and she says, "Hi!" to the nice lady in line behind us. The nice lady says hi back and adds, "Are you shopping with Mommy? You must be a big help."

Kara seemed stumped, so I said, "She's a very good helper." Then Kara piped up with, "But when I'm not quiet, I have to sit in the car by myself." I laughed (oh god! oh god! don't say that stuff to strangers!) that off and went back to piling the food on the conveyor belt. Whereupon Kara leaned over to the lady and stage-whispered, "And Daddy says he's going to SPANK me, all the time."

and to balance that with an Aidan story, Greg caught Aidan beating on the keyboard of his computer. He told Aidan, "NO!" which, now that we've figured out he really understands it, seems to be working. This time, Aidan turned toward his Daddy, smacked the keyboard hard with one hand, and said, "FUCK IT!" and then walked away.

Deena!!! I should know better than to drink hot tea while reading Kara stories - let alone Aidan!

Please, PLEASE, never plan on getting Kara and Em together. They will take over the world, I tell you.

eta - Spelling - bah, I laugh at your spelling.

I'm expecting Kara to rule the world all by herself. Apparently she's decided that the first step is to have her parents arrested.

It's so good to see that Aidan is acquiring such a useful vocabulary. He joins almost every computer user in the country in whacking a computer and saying "Fuck it."

So here we are at the hospital, this time for Hubby to have his left shoulder worked on. It's needed done for about twenty years. Some ~ma, please, for easy operation and easy recovery.

Now if he only weren't left-handed.

Raq, those pictures sound amazing. I hope you do paint that one. I'd love to see it. 64m is meters, right? I can't quite imagine how deep that must be.

~ma to Connie's dh for easy operation and quick recovery, and ~ma for you, Connie, that you don't kill him before it's over, or, you know, that it's easy for you too.

Aidan's getting quite a vocabulary. Though he rarely uses words appropriately, the cursing seems to be on track. When I was going to the bathroom the other day, he walked in and sat down on the step stool in front of the sink, not looking at me, just looking around the bathroom, started tapping his feet and then said quietly, "God dan it" chuckled to himself and added, "I funny."

Much shoulder~ma to your DH, connie.

"God dan it" chuckled to himself and added, "I funny."

Well, the boy has a point.

Aidan turned toward his Daddy, smacked the keyboard hard with one hand, and said, "FUCK IT!" and then walked away.

I see Owen has some competition for fair Emeline's hand...

We have a famous family story about unwittingly trying to get one's parents arrested. My father and some number of his seven siblings were bothering my Grandmother while she was trying to make pancakes. When the whirled around to scold them, the top of the old-fashioned and heavy spatula flew off and clocked my father in the forehead.

They took him to the hospital for stitches the doctor asked him what happened and, because he didn't want his mother to get in trouble, he said "They told me not to run in the house because I would fall and hit my head on the radiator and that's what happened. It's my fault".

Not only was my Gramma already embarassed to death, it looked like she'd gotten the kid to lie for her. SO funny.

Shoulder-ma for Connie's DH.