To Hell with Lewis and Clark!

We can have our own little Corps of Discovery... of course, William and Meriwether had significantly rougher terrain.
Our mission: Noel's Algebra project.
Our destination: Winn Dixie.

Noel had to compare the value of buying products in small portions or in bulk (All from one brand). She had a list of products to choose from and she chose vinegar. We fully examined the benefits and drawbacks of the various sizes; as you can see here.








During our vinegar investigation we were accosted by a native- rather grocery shopper who thought honey would be a more appropriate product. Some people just gotta put in their two cents!
We also suffered the misfortune of dead batteries and had to trek all the way to the registers where we met a slightly unpleasant woman that asked too many questions.
Once we finished the vinegar investigation we decided to take a little detour and see some sites while we were there.

We met Halle Berry.





We sampled some
merchandise.















And tried on some clothes.











The return trip was another adventure entirely. However, we made it back safe.

Giraffe

When I was little, around five, I enjoyed lying on the floor. It was comforting for whatever reason. I still have memories of watching TV sprawled out on the rough beige carpet. The NBC special logo would roll onto the screen and I would get all excited because I knew something was coming on just for me. It was usually Charlie Brown and I had the best seat in the house.
This is the kind of memory that often pops in. There really is no point to the memory, it's really just a cozy feeling. And now I'm left wondering how memory works. This is a mystery I'm sure to never solve but I enjoy thinking about.
For example, the other night I'm out on the carport. It's evening, just a hint of blue in the dark sky and it's cold. I am out there enjoying the cool and the smell of cedar mulch. Phil walks out and says "the laundry room has a draft..." or something like that. At that moment I am five, on the beige carpet, all the lamps are out, the TV is on, and my mother says "get off the floor honey, there is a draft." As chance would have it, I had never up to that point heard the word draft. I was five and therefore still had a limited vocabulary. Did I question the word? No. I just used what I had and understood my mother to say "get off the floor honey, there is a giraffe." At five, I had not read more than little golden books, but I had been to the zoo. Imagine my surprise. I looked for a little giraffe around the house for days.