I haven't held this much force since my painting days when I power-washed a house before the job. Back then we had a gas fueled machine that blasted 300 pounds per square inch and man, that could strip about any one's paint (often unwantedly). Oh how I recall hanging my bare ass off a soffit trying to hit some impossible spot on the third floor, live power lines everywhere and more likely than not, clinging to an aluminum ladder. If it had come to an end, it would have been quick. As for today, my rental just fine for the backyard stones which take seven hours to clean - six hours more than anticipated. The neighbors look at me curiously but walk quickly by when they see my half-crazed glare. Just any DIY Sunday.
Eitan completes the 200-meter freestyle in 2:38 at the Surrey Championships, "a personal record by ten seconds" he exclaims.
Eitan, over dinner: "I have to write one thing I learned about from the Roman visit."
Me: "What's that?"
Eitan: "The guy who came into our classroom dressed as a Roman. We have to say what we learned."
Me: "And?"
Eitan: "Well, I learned that there was a woman named Bouddica, who was a Celt, and when the Romans invaded Britain she got really angry and so she did horrible things to the Roman and Celts.
Me: "Why the Celts?"
Eitan: "Because she did not know they were Celts."
Me: "What did she do?"
Eitan: "She popped their eyeballs out. She peeled their skin off. And she slit them open and put burning coals in their stomach so that they burned from the inside."
Me: "Woa."
Sonnet: "They're teaching you that?"
Eitan: "The Roman guy was quite obsessed with the executing and stuff."
Sonnet: