Willow had her first taste of something other than breast milk today. Jen mushed up a pear, and I fed it to Willow with a little spoon. She seemed more interested in getting her hands into the bowl than she did in actually eating. I managed to coat the lower half of her face with pear, which she seemed to find amusing, judging from the happy baby dance she performed (lurching back and forth in her exersaucer with a big grin on her face).

At the museum, the long-promised water exhibit finally opened. It looks pretty cool, although I only got to see it for a couple of minutes before the museum closed for the day. We're thinking about taking the kids there on saturday, since I have to go anyway in order to teach the spider workshop. I wonder if the person who left a hypodermic needle in the garden will come see the water exhibit too. Maybe he could leave a crack pipe near the waterwheel. Maybe he could gently place a bong inside the rain shed.
Oh well, at least we haven't found any more knives in the garden lately. We were wondering today if we might someday find a body out there. Perhaps in the compost pile. Would that improve the compost? Would anybody eat anything out of the garden afterwards? I think that, in order to prevent this sort of thing from happening, we'll have to erect a sign that states, "no drug use or dying allowed". People need signs for everything these days.

cds I listened to while hoping the garden remains unspoiled: Tank "Still at War", V/A "On - the World and Everything In It", V/A "The Pact - Flying in the Face...", V/A "The Pact ...of the Gods", and Joe R. Lansdale (hisownself) reads "By Bizarre Hands" & "Steppin' Out, Summer 1968"