Not as Bad as It Sounds

Speedy & I learned a new term today: slab-jacking. No, it has nothing to do with raw meat, theft, or sex.

You know when you are wheeling down the sidewalk and you have to pop a wheelie with the stroller to jump up an uneven piece of sidewalk, often dislodged by a tree? Slab-jacking is one remedy to this. (An easier one is: don't plant big trees in little tiny holes...) Rather than replacing the whole sidewalk, the too-low slabs are drilled with holes and injected with concrete under high pressure, until they are jacked up level with their abutters.

Ok, so it's only cool if you're a plant geek or disability rights activist.

Anyway, Speedy was amazingly tolerant of the whole expo center & lecture hall thing today. He barely fussed. However, he continues to prove that he knows when to cry to optimize social disruption -- in this case announcing our entry to the No Name restaurant during the packed lunch hour. I tried to get some friends to sit for him so that I could spare him tomorrow's session on green roofs, but no dice.

In other news: I ran for 22 consecutive minutes today at the gym! I will be able to complete the St. Paddy's Day 5K without walk breaks. Yay!