Sunday, March 11, 2007

remodeling

In her own canine version of a home makeover show, the dog has been busy all winter remodeling the insides of our cars. Let's see. What does this backseat need? A bold layer of gray fur is a great way to stamp it with that special Weimaranery imprimatur. Spice up the view through those plain clear windows with a varnish of slobber. Nose prints are a quirky accent! And dab a few muddy pawprints throughout the space to lend an aura of lively action. And home viewers, you can only access this last sensory garnish if you're a SniffCast subscriber---we'll complete the experience with a spray of Eau de Hamstercage No. 7.

In other remodeling news:

We helped Venessa complete her move yesterday. She and Felix are now installed in a sunny corner apartment in downtown Minneapolis. Home at last. Many happy returns expected to Casa V+F.

NWA parachuted-dropped a series of large cardboard boxes into the blue skies over Westside late last week. Specially-trained, G-force-tolerant squirrel pilots wearing brown coveralls and crashproof helmets rode down with the packages, pulling lanyards and guywires, adjusting to minor fluctuations in windspeed, and finally landing gently in the snowdrifts on Jen's back deck. Touchdown. Jen ordered a breakfast nook from the Skymall catalog, and here it is:


Some assembly was required, but this was ably accomplished in next to no time by Jen and SteveO. Those squirrels booked it for the nearest Best Western lounge as soon as their little claws hit the ground. The nook fits perfectly. It is cozy. It beckons us for tea. It invites us to sit on its sturdy planks and discuss life's absurdities, like farmhouse breakfast nooks dropping out of the sky.

Four rubber washers are the only things that remain between us and the first test run of the newly-installed washing machine. Stay tuned.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

lunar eclipse





Trucked on out to a snowy field tonight for a slice of red moon pie.

Friday, March 02, 2007

tower of power



The literal height of leisure is 11 inches. And since it was exactly at sea level, the elevation of leisure is also 11 inches.

The Tower of Power was constructed on Playa Marias in Rincon, Puerto Rico. Tower by Sweet Wifey DesignBuild LLC; artless time-lapse reconstruction by YT.

team schwillig triumphs in snow-shoveling championships

Dreaming of the Sun and Sand

It seems appropriate to write a post about our trip to Puerto Rico while lounging about on a snow day.

Two weeks ago we were waking up to sun-filled mornings and roosters crowing. Today we're snuggled under our down comforter using the 80lbs. dog as a giant hot-water bottle and wishing (at least I am) that we had a snow blower to remove the 12 inches of snow from our driveway.

Ah well...let's dream about Puerto Rico!
















This was the view from our hotel balcony. The owner of the hotel (John, a lovely man from New Jersey) said that you can normally see the whales frolicking in the warm waters from our balcony. Unfortunately the frolicking whales had not yet arrived because it had been a warm winter along the East Coast of the US.



We stayed in Rincon, which is on the west coast of the island. People come to Rincon to surf, unless you're us, in which case you come to watch the surfers while laying on the beach.
















The frustrating thing about Puerto Rico was the traffic. It's a populated little island and you must have a car to get around. We spent an unfortunate amount of time in the car stuck in traffic.




Scott was our trusty driver, deftly negotiating the narrow mountain roads filled with switchbacks and on-coming traffic.







While Jen was our chief navigator, trying to get us from point A to point B with less than helpful tourist maps (sometimes she would take a break from the map reading).








We were always very happy to arrive at our destinations. We traveled to Ponce and Arecibo.

Ponce had just kick-off their annual Carnival celebration which is similar to Mardi Gras, but without the flashing, drinking and beads. This year's theme was New York, New York.





Here masked creatures dance in front of the Manhattan skyline.






In Arecibo we visited the Arecibo Observatory, home of to the world's largest radio telescope. It was the one featured in the Jodi Foster movie Contact.



The bulk of our time was spent reading...












eating....


and drinking.


Good times... good times.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

pet risk

Since it's officially a snow day and long barren wastelands of unstructured time stretch before us, we're starting a game of RISK. And since there are only two humans in the house, we're spicing up the game by inviting the pets to play.

Tula and Dusty are teaming up to form the Mild Blue Armies of Submission. Their generals and commandantes gather in smoky war rooms and show each other their bellies. The strategic plan of Army Blue relies heavily on napping. But on rare occasions they may react with unbridled aggression.




Flea commands the Fierce Sharp-Clawed Black Armies of Doom. She always attacks, but she exercises subtle tactics. Watch out!



Kelly leads the Yellow Armies of Sweetness and Light. Her avowed goal is to beat the pants off her husband.

Scott's armies are the Red Hordes of Reasonable Dialogue.

We'll provide updates as play progresses through the evening. How exciting!

8:22: Three rounds in. Yellow wins laurels for aggressive play, with three cards conquered in three rounds, and a strong hold on Europe. Early indications are the Red is angling for SE Asia. Black is losing territory steadily, while Blue sleepwalks through conquering Africa.
8:44: Dusty and Tula awaken, cross the Mediterranean from Egypt and North Africa and embark on a bloodbath in Europe. It's looking good for Blue.
8:50: Kelly is shaken by heavy losses in Europe but wants Britain back. Her bid fails miserably. But hey, she still holds all of South America. She takes Afghanistan to quench her thirst for blood.
8:52: The humans are dismayed to realize they're losing to the pets.
8:57: Red turns in a set to finance his dreams of occupying North America. Not quite there yet.
8:59: Flea is on the verge of disappearing. But a new set breathes new life into the sweet little beastie. She takes back Western US and retires.
9:01: Tula & Dusty are a major power in S. Europe. But they sit and do nothing.
9:02: The world map is coalescing as world powers emerge. Red and Black are tangling over North America. Red and Yellow contest Asia. Red holds Australia; Yellow has South America. Blue hold Africa.
9:05: A brutal and fruitless skirmish at the Equator between Central America and Venezuela.
9:13: Kelly turns in the fourth set for 10 armies. In real life, the cats and dog are paying no attention to the high drama unfolding on the world stage. Yellow's on a mission to retake Europe from the dog and her crafty feline companion. Kelly's Scandinavian elites prevail over Britain.
9:20: Red plunks down 20 armies on India and sweeps through the Middle East and into Africa.
9:29: Flea puts down the sixth set and kicks Red out of North America in spectacular fashion. While she's at it, she keeps going and takes Greenland, Iceland, Scandinavia, and Britain from Kelly. Flushed with triumph, she demands wet food as tribute.
9:36: Tula and Dusty turn in the seventh set for 20 armies. But after a massive buildup of armies in Europe, they get sleepy and do nothing.
9:39: Minor skirmishing in Japan. Kelly's getting bored. Time for a beverage break.
9:42: More skirmishing in SE Asia. Red takes Japan and Ural; for once, the Big Red One is hitting on all cylinders. Kelly's reading the community paper. .
9:45: Flea takes a couple of half-hearted swipes at Venezuela.
9:49: More buildup and inaction from the cat/dog duo.
9:53: More random skirmishing. Flea asserts her presence in Europe, ignoring a treasure-trove of strategic interests in her South American neighborhood.
9:57: Armageddon looms as Kelly turns in the eighth set. She rolls the rare triple 3 as Yakutsk invades Irkutsk.
10:05: Flea tries again with Venezuela, but no luck.
10:07: Blue takes East Africa.
10:09: Yellow drives a wedge into Red's hold on the Indian Ocean seaboard.
10:11: It's time to take the dog for a walk. Flea is declared ruler of the world and game winner. None of us ever really doubted it would end this way.