Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our life, which make it pungent, intoxicating. We only exist in terms of this conflict, in the zone where black and white clash. Louis Aragon
One of the things that I’m loving about homeschooling Echo is that we get to do projects together. His science class is conducting an experiment using an egg to investigate permeability of membranes. Basically, the idea is to dissolve the shell while leaving the membrane intact. The photos above were taken on four separate days: the first three soaking in vinegar and the fourth soaking in plain water. The plan was to take measurements of the egg every day, changing the liquid each time, to determine whether the egg would grow larger or smaller.
It was the end of the day and we were all tired. The only thing Echo had left to do was measure his egg and replace the plain water with salt water. Mike and I ran to the gas station for some drinks for dinner and left Echo to finish up the measuring on his own. We had done it together four times, so I was confident that this was a task he could handle.
*five minutes later*
We walked in the living room and it was immediately obvious that something had gone horribly wrong. The stench of vinegar was overpowering, tinged with rotten egg and something else… something horrid. Echo showed us where the egg spilled on the table. Apparently, Luna (Butterfly’s puppy) had jumped up and tried to lick the egg, nicking it with one of her baby teeth.
Mike started dry heaving and went straight outside. Obviously, I was going to have to help Echo clean up the mess. “But where is the egg?” I asked. Echo just pointed at Luna. She was sitting on the couch and, as if on command, threw up the rotten egg and vinegar mix. Echo ran out of the room gagging and I was left to do the dirty work alone. By the time I found something disposable to clean it up with, Luna had eaten half of the vomit. She moved down a couple of feet and promptly threw it up again. Nice.
Once I got the living room habitable again, I asked Echo what he learned from the experiment. I was expecting something about the egg getting ‘squishy’ or figuring out why it got bigger. His answer was a little more practical:
Dogs and science don’t mix.
Testing post with random photo.
At the risk of sounding like Meryl Streep in the opening sequence for Out of Africa,
I used to have a blog…
For those who were not a part of the old school blogging community (before smart phones and social media and constant connectivity), it is hard to explain just how big of a deal it was. I spent at least an hour every single day editing pictures and writing about my life. My readers were more than random strangers on the internet. They were my friends and became a part of my family.
When I took it down, it felt like a part of me died. Still, five years later, the thought of starting it up again is bittersweet. When I stopped blogging, I had to quit cold turkey. I stopped reading blogs altogether and ignored emails from friends checking on me. After a while, it was like I never had the blog at all.