What good is Math?

Stevie is always concerned about numbers.  He said that all of the things in the whole Universe are figured out by using math.  And being that he is an alien, I guess he should know.  My problem is that I don’t understand counting.

I mean, there is one.  There is a couple, a few, a whole bunch and oodles.  What is a good number and what isn’t?  Like if you had oodles of leaves to eat – that is good.  If you had oodles of fire ants, that is bad.  So I don’t understand why I should have to know my numbers.

Stevie has gauges and stuff in his cage that have numbers and dials.  I don’t have a cage at all, so I don’t know what to do with the number of anything if I did bother to count.

I think he likes numbers better than sleep.  Maybe he is dialing into his planet or something.
I think he likes numbers better than sleep. Maybe he is dialing into his planet or something.
Stevie is very concerned about numbers.  He thinks I need to know them.
Stevie is very concerned about numbers. He thinks I need to know them.

Environmental Bob!

When I woke up this morning, I was my usual extraordinary self.  Now I am an environmentalist!  Yesterday we raked all the leaves into a pile and put them in the compost.  Then we wet everything down.  This morning we wet everything again and added piles of black icky dirt.  It was a mess.

We used a Garden Weasel, which isn’t even a weasel, it is a pokey thing on a red metal stick.  It was a lot of work, Mommy put it in the ground and twisted and I ran after the piles of dirt.  I ate leaves and little flowery things and got really wound up.  We twisted the weasel into the dirt over and over and over.

Then we took a break.  I had a 30 minute nap and Mommy had a people food.  We went back out with a baggie full of seeds and a box full of root-looking things and went back to work.  We dug holes in the weasel dirt and put the roots in there, and covered them up.  Mommy calls them bulbs but not one of them lit up like the bulbs in the ceiling fan.

We put stepping stones down and sprinkled seeds all over the weasel dirt and poured more dirt on it.  We watered it some more and scrubbed the lawn ornaments with a brush.  We put the lawn ornaments between the seeds dirt and the bulb dirt.  Then we watered our weasel dirt patches with a sprinkler.

I love the sprinkler.  It is like water lands on me out of thin air!  I got wet, dirty and tired.

We came back in and I got a bath – I was so tired I almost fell asleep in my bath.  I have to go to bed now because I am totally worn out.

Halfway through my day, I needed a rest.
I’m guard’n the garden.
We got the stepping stones and lawn ornaments in.  Now we are seeding.
We got the stepping stones and lawn ornaments in. Now we are seeding.

Springtime in Phoenix

We have to move downstairs because it is getting too hot upstairs.  Stevie had to stay in his portable cage for almost an hour before we got his set up done.  Stevie is going to sleep downstairs tonight but I have to sleep upstairs because Mommy hasn’t ‘Bob-proofed’ the downstairs yet.  I hope Stevie likes it downstairs.  I’ll ask him tomorrow.

Moving Stevie downstairs.
Moving Stevie downstairs.

Scum – In General

Scum Free Big Sink
Scum Free Big Sink

From what I understand, in general, there are 3 kinds of scum and they are all icky.

  1. Soap Scum.  Mommy doesn’t like soap scum so she gets a grapefruit from the tree in the backyard and scrubs the big sink with it before I get a bath.  Mommy complains about the grapefruit, soap, scum and sink for 20 minutes and my bath only takes 2 minutes.  The rest of my bath time is spent drinking my bath water, soaking, swimming and relaxing.  In my opinion if Mommy doesn’t like the soap scum she should quit using soap.
  2. Pond Scum.  Not sure what the big deal is with pond scum, we don’t even have a pond, but apparently ‘Pond Scum’ is a verb used to describe anyone who has ever dated Aunt Fancy.
  3. Scum-of-the-Earth.  This is complicated.  ‘Scum-of-the-Earth’ is a term used to describe people who make promises and then they don’t follow up on those.  Mostly politicians.  (I am going to run for Congress someday and I won’t make any promises so that I don’t worry about keeping them)

My new blankie

Aunt Fancy finally left.  She brought presents.  Stevie got a new hiding cave, Mommy got a new dress, I got a brand new blankie with oodles of pockets all over it.

This is like my favorite Aunt Fancy present ever!  You have to understand my relationship with my blankies.  There is a law that states that all dragons have to sit under a UVA and UVB light for about 10 hours a day.  I hate my light and Mommy feels bad that I have to do it, but it’s the law and Mommy is all about the law.  As soon as dragons are allowed to run for Congress, I am going to get elected and change that law.

Anyway, the only way that I can tolerate sitting under the light is to have my head covered.  The problem is that if I move out from under the blankie I can’t get back under there, so I sneak out from under the UVB light and Mommy flips out.  With this new blankie, I can get out of one pocket and scoot into another.  I will send pictures as soon as Mommy takes some.  For now, here is 2 pictures of my other blankies.  I really do hate that light.

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