blue steel

the seriousness of the haircut.

we brought eliot in for his fist real haircut friday. he was great about staying still and obeying the barber and the mama but he was so serious. i hope it was not an unpleant experiance for him. the result was fantastic. the gardella boys are looking fine.

Great ideas come from my sleeping wife

A little past ten I went into a room in the house where some are creative and some just create. My wife had just finished making a stuffed person and I thought of the perfect collaboration. I will make the innards of a simple robot whose arms will move with its legs in tandem. It's innards will be supported by a wooden frame. The arm and leg axel will come out of the top and bottom of the creature. Short wood square blocks will attach to each axle and will have a bit extra axle over the end. Any added appendages are added with glue to the outside of the gear box.
The part where Jess would be able to come in and help is when I cover the robot with skin. It needs to be vaguely inhuman but should show the creator was at least trying when they tried to make the humanoid doll/robot. If the box is strong enough staple guns and hot glue could make for excellent fat cells to round things out. The innards need to be accessable by a very obvious and possibly upsetting looking door(maybe a doornob). When the figure is finished gears(metal) need to be applied to the last bit of dowel. If possible these gears should connect to something too.
I have pictures of a machine I made years ago and would like to craft mine after them and Jess' doll.

Eliot and Jess and I were totally entertained on the roof deck at my bros apt. The view was perfect. I stayed up there with Tim late just enjoying the view. It was perfect.
When Jess, Eliot, Tim, and I got to the cape we took a relaxed stroll around the heritage plantation. it was beautiful with the blooming rhododendron. The colors were splendid.
When Trish joined us we went to sandy neck beach for a campfire and beach ride. the weather was fine, sunset clear, fire was warm, and a lady Eliot had worked his charm on gave Trisha a hamburger she says was the best she's ever had. This was especcially good because Trisha said earlier that evening that she would kill for a bite of a hamburger. I guess those people unwittingly saved someones life. Pracilla you are an unsung American hero.
Sunday we heard my mom grace the church with her beautiful voice. My father was good enough to do a lobster feast for all of us. It was was particularly meaningful and appreciated by me. I had been traumatized and riddled with guilt earlier that evening. Eliot had gotten a very bad splinter on the deck(which my dad had repeatedly had warned me about). I removed most of it but his howling in pain made my hands shake like leaves. I was able to get the larger piece but by the time I finished doing that I was to stressed out. I am embarrassed to say I can deal easily with some other person's father having a head trauma but become completely undone by Eliot getting a splinter. The lobster in the good company of Ann and Pete worked its magic though and I slept well until nine this morning. Today I had some quality time to play with the magic jeep