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
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