Monday, March 31, 2008

Why I Love My Dad

When my parents visit certain things invariably occur: every single piece of laundry gets ironed (jeans, pajamas, and handkerchiefs even!); the dog gets walked dozens upon dozens of times a day; and stuff gets broken, set on fire, or flooded. We also have a whopping good time!

My dad, though, never fails to crack me up. Last time he visited, it was his theory about how aliens are hollowing out meteors and using them as space ships to fly by and observe our planet. Made sense to me!

This time it was something a little closer to home. On one of our walks he pointed out these faintly green stones that people everywhere use for fences.

It's kinda difficult to notice, but they are tinged slightly green.

The conversation went something like this:

Dad: "That green rock is everywhere. You know what we need?"

Me: "What's that?"

Dad: "We need some photographic paper. Some film."

Me: "And why is that?"

Dad:"Because they're green and I think I know what they are."

Me: "And that would be?"

Dad: "If we take a scraping and it leaves an image on the paper, it's uranium."

Me: "So you think that all these fences are made from uranium?"

Dad: "You never know!"

And then he goes on to talk in depth about uranium 235 and half-lifes and fissile isotopes. It was all quite fascinating actually.

Two weeks are gone and we drove them back to Narita Airport last Saturday. Sure is quiet around here.

And here are dad, mom, and Julyan.

And dad trying to pull an Ozzy with his little bird friend.