i/on

Would you rather have your child make a mess on the bed, or in the bed? On a number of levels, it seems preferable that the mess be on the bed, as it would be only the one layer affected; much easier to clean.
It would then follow that breakfast on bed would be better than breakfast in bed, right?
I had occasion to try the validity of that statement and found it lacking.
While Mel appreciated the thoughts behind her breakfast on bed, she more appreciated my efforts to clean it up. I, however, was able to appreciate both Mel's thoughts/efforts and the breakfast itself. I know that it flies in the face of reason, but breakfast in bed, contrary to what you might think, is better than breakfast on bed.
Thanks for the empirical data, Mel! Science never tasted so good (cf early nurses and Diabetes).

It Takes a Village...

Leah wants to be where the action is. Wherever she thinks that may be. Case in point: this Sunday was the first time in over a year that I have heard Mel perform with the ward chior. Leah is so insitant that she go up onto the stand with Mel, that a fight ensues and we end up getting tossed into the foyer for disrupting sacrament meeting. This week, I called in back-up. Just as things were starting to escalate, I had one of her friends' mom sucker-punch her from behind with some stickers. That knocked her for quite a loop. Unfortunately, she is young and recovers quickly, and it looked like we were in for the usual lickin'. Lucky for me, the local Nursery Leader wandered by just then and clapped her in a lap hold that even Leah couldn't fight. The song was beautiful. I think even Leah enjoyed listening to it, from the stocks.
Sometimes, it takes a village to subdue a child.

The Color of Rain

What is the color of rain? Or, rather, what color ought rain to be? I will now determine the true answer by empirical methods, loosely applied and bound with flawed logic.
Right up my alley.
The majority of my experiences are with the desert (I still have a hard time calling central Utah a desert - there is just way too much precipitation and humidity for my understanding of a desert) . Therefore, I will take that as given and correct.
The sun, an orange-ish color, makes plants and the ground a tan-ish color. The rain here makes the ground and plants a green-ish color. What color, then, ought the rain to be? Deep green. I applied the same color and light conversion that is necessary to go from tan to orange to the green color of the ground and arrived at a deep green color. This is obviously the color of rain, were drops large enough to distinguish their color. This must then imply that the bond angle between the hydrogens on the oxygen is not the same in a lake, puddle, glass, etc. as it is in a drop of rain. You may now nominate me for a nobel prize in either physics or chemistry, at your discretion.
I like green. I like tan. Orange is great, too. If you feel you need a bit more greens and a bit less orange and brown, swing on by. We have some to spare.

Relative Humidity

Shortly after our arrival in Atlanta, we watched the finals of the Open division. It seemed that the officials were asked to wipe off either the floor or the ball, or both, after virtually every play. I thought to myself that this seemed mildly excessive, and must be a back-door for a mini timeout.
This sentiment was compounded as our play began. We would occasionally need to wipe something off, but nothing in comparison to the game that we watched.
Then we played a game in the late afternoon.
It turns out that humidity is relatively higher in the afternoon than in the morning.
Humidity is absolutely higher when you are playing than when you are watching.
There were a number of sweaty types on both sides who necessitated wiping of the floor and/or ball after a seemingly exorbitant number of plays.
It was quite a lesson in relative and absolute humidity, and I didn't even need a psychrometric chart.