What we talk about when we talk about ducks

This is what I've been doing lately.

That's the culvert and the little connector ditch I blogged about recently. You can't tell from the picture, but it's raining. Also, if you look closely there are two rubber duckies floating down the rainwater.

Because that's my new hobby.

Mom has a little table next to the front door, and on it are two small bowls, much cracked-and-repaired, from Ming dynasty China. They happen to be precisely the right size for small rubber duckies.

After I came in this evening from racing my rubber duckies, Mom walked by the bowls and stopped to stare at them. She said, "This may be the first time any Ming bowls anywhere have been used to hold rubber duckies." And I said, "But not the last time."