Monday, July 18, 2005

U.S. Open Sand Castle Competition

While Larry made it a homerun with a fourth day at Comic-Con, I drove down to Imperial Beach for the sandcastle competition. It was still hazy when I arrived at 9:00am and the builders were already an hour underway. Remember making your own sandcastle by packing sand into your pail and adding water? Well, these guys do it with trash cans and 4×4-foot wooden forms, much like a foundation for pouring cement. And along with that trade go the trowels, spades, and other thingies that dig and smooth and carve out these sculptures. Secret weapon? Keep that sculpture moist by misting it with water. Frequently. Preferably a pressurized wand and big water tank on your back. Three hours in the sun and the sand can dry out and collapse as did a wall for the classic sandcastle above.

The official website above has not posted the winners as of this writing, but I’m sure the lion and the rockscape will win a top spot. You can walk up and down the beach to see each team’s progress but it’s still amazing to see the finished piece and you still ask yourself how they did it?! One family has been sculpting in this event (its 25th anniversary) for 20 years! Other teams, “Masters” such as “Arch-i-sand”, are professional teams that can be hired out for birthdays and other special events. You don’t have to be an architect to build a sandcastle, but they happen to be.

Wednesday, July 6, 2005

Percy loves to be vacuumed


Larry discovered that Percy likes to be vacuumed. He was vacuuming the carpet and Percy came into the room. He had cat litter on his back (don’t ask). So Larry took the brush attachment, opened the little vent to reduce pressure, and began stroking Percy. He didn’t run away, not that he’s much of a sprinter, more of a saunter-er.

So when I was vacuuming, Percy was snoozing on the bed. He’s always snoozing, so he won’t mind being woken up. This time we turn the dial to adjust the amps on the vacuum. Percy liked the grooming so much that he said, Ohh, that’s the spot and started groom himself. You know how they try to lick their bib. Now if the long haired cats wouldn’t be hiding under the bed. Cappuccino was looking out from his box, making sure that Percy was okay, wondering what was going on. Num, num, num.