The butcher and the candlestick maker in their new vessel, built by the Baker. They’re still waiting for the window-motor drive system to be installed; the Baker’s 2-speed drive put his tub all the way across the Pacific already.
Well, we’ve finished our Noah’s Ark Reconstruction project. Good news is we can fit 2 at a time. Bad news is we still don’t know what in the world a cubit is.
So one day I walk into the playing field and find this…
Everyone is happy that they finished a bump but they are trying desperately trying to design a robot that can go over the object they have constructed. Being one with the bump got them no closer to a solution but it did give them a few hours of R&R while they played. So I, being known for understatement, walk over to the wall and turn the drawing right side up. I smile and walk out hearing “where were you for the last three days?!?” over my shoulder. I smile the smile of contentment for another good day in the life of a mentor and know my job here is done.
<npoe> sorry about the corny-ness and cliche-ness of this entry </npoe>
<npoe> am I the only one that says “npoe” as “no-po” in their head when they read it? </npoe>