When I was talking with Mary just before my trip to her house, she advised that I pack a parka. “We’ve had no summer,” she said. Just a steady series of chilly nights and cool gray days. She hoped I wouldn’t be too disappointed. Continue reading
Month: August 2013
My Southern California Life
I’ve been away. At the end of every summer, in the days between the last day of summer school and the start of the fall semester, I get to go away. To my best friend Mary’s house. We’ve been friends for thirty years now, because a guy I was dating kept telling me, “You really remind me of someone. You really need to meet this person.” Continue reading
You can imagine how happy I was to see this in this morning’s NY Times, and not just because I’ll be living right next to Long Beach all next week: Towns Crack Down on Lawns Continue reading
A Math Problem
Here’s a math problem for you: The Unruly Gardener is 60.25 years old. She has four bins of 2.5″ river rock weighing a total of 7.0 tons. Using a shovel, a wheelbarrow, and her 2.0 hands, she moves 2.33 of those bins to the landscape in 1.5 days, working from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. on the first day and from 8 a.m. to noon on the second day.
Question: Keeping sheer survival as a minimal outcome, how many pain pills will the Unruly Gardener need? Continue reading