Pythagorean Theorem

Husband disappeared. Usually he can be found hanging out with the boys watching a movie every night after dinner. But not on this night. I found him hunched over the lap top in our bedroom. "What are you doing?" I asked sweetly, just in case I was interrupting a particularly good episode of Bridget the Midget or something.

He looked up at me and answered. Have you ever had a moment when you could actually feel your eyes glaze over? When he was done explaining it to me, all I could say was, "My head hurts, I don't want to think right now."

I'm not saying that I'm a stupid person, math has never been my strong point. So he had to break it down a little bit for me, and explained that here is the sun, here is the windows, here is the depth that the sun will reach, open it up and here's the people.

He even drew it out for me.

I have been finding this stuff all over the house. He just writes it down as he sees it pop into his head. Walipini, underground chicken coop, free alternative heating sources using pop bottles or cans and geothermal power. He is writes over the boys doodles if he can't find a piece of paper.

Now Bridget the Midget I can understand, or even the pseudo religious aspects of sexual deviants in a Forrester Novel, or the Dawn of the Dead is a commentary on how we live life not to it's fullest but as the walking dead and allowing ourselves to be herded like cattle to the nearest consumer driven establishments all because of something shinny. I can even sew a thumb back on if you give me the opportunity, but this. . .

It's an interesting feeling having ones eyes glaze over slowly.