La versón en español está después de la versión en inglés.
PEDRO COOKED DINNER FOR USSaturday. He makes the best paella. Luke told Kathleen he had an idea for a homemade dessert. When he described it, although it sounded creative, interesting, and labor-intensive, it didn’t sound very edible — despite all the chocolate he included. Kathleen instead bought a dessert from the international shop, Iceland Overseas. It’s called Millionaire’s Cheesecake We had one a few years back. It’s phenomenal.
On the beach Sunday afternoon, Pedro decided to create a T-Rex. Luke helped, which means Pedro had to adjust his expectations. Luke’s favorite thing to do is adorn with shells and stones whatever Pedro creates. Two-year-old Beckett was sent in search of those shells and stones — to keep him from stepping all over the work in progress. Every time (several dozen times) he picked one up, he said, “Look!” Kathleen and I ran interference. Pedro’s time in the sand is blissful. He could spend the entire day. He completed the T-Rex and Luke placed his last shell.
Luke immediately decided to put his head in the dinosaur’s mouth. The mouth opening wasn’t big enough, but he made it fit. No!!! Pedro repaired the mouth and we stood back to admire his work. But, as much fun as almost-6-year-old Luke had creating the dinosaur, he had even more fun destroying it. Beckett followed his lead. Pedro watched in stunned silence. I was heartbroken. (I may have even muttered to myself, ‘You little shit.’) So that’s what really killed the dinosaur.
You’ve heard of the La Brea Tar Pits in Los Angeles, California, yes? Well, you may not know that “La Brea” in Spanish means “The Tar.” So, if you’ve been there, you’ve visited the The Tar Tar Pits. We haven’t been to the The Tar Tar Pits since 1982. Things sure have changed. Click here. (Sadly, although 38.4 percent of Californians are hispanic and latino, and more than 25 percent of the population speak Spanish, the website is only in English.)
Nutrition and Fitness Report
Stretching: Three times Wednesday. Twice Thursday. Once so far today.
Walking: A one-hour and 40-minute walk Thursday. Over 6.5 km / 4 miles, climbing and descending several times. A great workout. Photos to come.
Gym: Arms and shoulders Wednesday. Chest and back in an hour.
Notes: No alcohol. A piece of candy coated chocolate (Amerikan Pastilleja) from Lulu (click here). I had one. That’s like eating a single M&M. We had lunch at Mesón Salvador Thursday. I refused a complementary chupito (shot). I had already enjoyed my weekly allotment (Wednesday’s post).
PEDRO NOS PREPARÓ LA CENAel sábado. Hace la mejor paella. Luke le dijo a Kathleen que tenía una idea para un postre casero. Cuando lo describió, aunque sonaba creativo, interesante y laborioso, no sonaba muy comestible — a pesar de todo el chocolate que incluía. En cambio, Kathleen compró un postre en la tienda internacional, Iceland Overseas. Se llama Pastel de queso del millonario. Tuvimos uno hace unos años. Es fenomenal.
En la playa el domingo por la tarde, Pedro decidió crear un T-Rex. Luke ayudó, lo que significa que Pedro tuvo que ajustar sus expectativas. Lo que más le gusta a Luke es adornar con conchas y piedras todo lo que crea Pedro. Beckett, de dos años, fue enviado en busca de esas conchas y piedras, para evitar que pisase todo el trabajo en curso. Cada vez (varias docenas de veces) que recogía una, decía: “¡Mira!” Kathleen y yo corrimos interferencia. El tiempo de Pedro en la arena es maravilloso. Podría pasar todo el día. Completó el T-Rex y Luke colocó su última concha.
Luke decidió inmediatamente meter su cabeza en la boca del dinosaurio. La apertura de la boca no era lo suficientemente grande, pero la hizo encajar. ¡¡¡No!!! Pedro reparó la boca y nos apartamos para admirar su trabajo. Pero, por mucho que Luke, de casi 6 años, creara el dinosaurio, se divirtió aún más destruyéndolo. Beckett siguió su ejemplo. Pedro miró en un silencio atónito. Estaba destrozado. (Puede que incluso haya murmurado para mí mismo, “Tú pequeña mierda.”) Así que eso es lo que realmente mató al dinosaurio.
En Los Ángeles, hay un lugar turístico llamado “The La Brea Tarpits.” La mayoría de Americanos no sabe que “La Brea” significa “The Tar.” Entonces, realmente están llamando al lugar, “La La Brea Pozos de Alquitrán [o Brea],” (en inglés, “The The Tar Tar Pits”). No hemos estado allí desde 1982. Seguro que las cosas han cambiado. Haz clic aquí. (Lamentablemente, aunque el 38,4 por ciento de los californianos son hispanos y latinos, y más del 25 por ciento de la población habla español, el sitio web solo está en inglés.)
Informe de Nutrición y Estado Físico
Estiramiento: Tres veces el miércoles. Tres veces el jueves. Una vez hasta ahora hoy.
Caminata: Una hora y 40 minutos el jueves. Más de 6.5 km / 4 millas, subiendo y bajando varias veces. Un gran ejercicio. Fotos por venir.
Gimnasio: Brazos y hombros el miércoles. El pecho y la espalda en una hora.
Notas: Sin alcohol. Un trozo de chocolate recubierto de caramelo (Amerikan Pastilleja) de Lulu (haz clic aquí). Tuve uno. Es como comerse un solo M&M. Almorzamos en Mesón Salvador el jueves. Rechacé un chupito complementario. Ya había disfrutado de mi asignación semanal (el blog del miércoles).
31 thoughts on “What killed the dinosaur? / ¿Qué mató a los dinosaurios?”
I lover paella and recently made it for the first time…it was a huge success.
I often suspected small children killed the dinosaurs…..
You should be proud of that success. It’s not easy to make it well. Small children do a lot of damage… but they’re so cute.
So it was children that killed the dinosaurs. I knew it!!!
Every so often we’ll find all three cats in the sunroom staring at the same thing, heads unmoving, and it’s always a lizard on the outside of the glass. I think the cats are trying to will it to come inside!
Kids today! And cats.
Looks like a delicious experience 🙂
Isn’t that language stuff shameful? No Spanish version.
I am always forced to take a deep sigh when I see signs and names of things with a la (or similar the) word added on, and then the English the is nonetheless used with it. We have a manicure place around here, called, “La nails” (grrr, not even a plural the), and there is a house kit model called, La Vitello (bad enough that it’s La, even though the word is masculine), but everyone calls it, “the la vitello”.
If only these were the only problems in life, eh?
Judeet: The editor…or translator…never sleeps.
We have some pretty comical English-language business names here, too. (And I can’t for the life of me think of one right now.) In the States, “the the” drove me especially crazy. In Sioux Falls, SD, there’s an Italian restaurant named Spezia. SPE-zia means Spice in Italian. The restaurant is known as Spuh-ZEE-a’s. It drove me nuts (and that reminds me of a pirate joke I’ll save for another time).
That is a very impressive T-Rex! Why do kids like destroying things so much? But hey, at least they had fun.
I went to the La Brea Tar Pits in 2007 or so. I just remember they didn’t smell very good.
I don’t remember enjoying destroying my sand sculptures… or anyone else’s. I had forgotten about the smell at the The Tar Tar Pits!
Moose is the ‘gentle soul’ I guess.
Great photos of the making of the dinosaur!
“Impermanence’ must be more easily grasped by kids than by us adults.
Yes, that paella looks wonderful!
The “gentle soul” left Dudo with a bloody ear recently.
Yummy looking! I don’t think I will every understand children, I sometimes doubt I ever was one.
I WAS a child and it took my a long (LONG) time to grow up, but I don’t think I ever liked destroying things.
The dino and paella are (were…) beautiful!
I’m really surprised at the all-English web site for the tar pits. Given the location in the center of Los Angeles and the large number of volunteers at that very nice museum, I’ll bet they’re working on a Spanish version.
I was very surprised (and disappointed) to find no English version immediately available. Pedro’s paella is perfection.
I googled “La Brea Tar Pits en espagnol” and got this: https://tarpits.org/media/3056.
Better than nothing; I’m guessing it’s a handout.
Well, at least there’s that! I hadn’t come across it.
I went to La Brea once – it was fascinating and wonderfully stinky. Great teamwork on the bejewelled T. rex! I bet they would still be with us if only they had girded their loins with shells and rocks! Until, of course, the human children came along.
Steve also mentioned the smell. I had completely forgotten about that, but as soon as he mentioned it an image of us standing outside with our noses in the air came back to me! One of these days, someone is going to unearth a fossilized child stomping on a fossilized dinosaur.
I Mr. Pedro for hire? I think my last meal would be paella.
He has presented us with some of the most perfect Spanish dishes. A man of many talents. He’s probably for hire… for a price.
It would appear that Moose is a lover, not a fighter, most of the time…. and saves his attack skills only for Dudo?
That cheesecake looks yummy too.
Ah, Moose. I’m glad you qualified your statement with “most of the time.” Dudo is currently walking around with a torn ear. The cheesecake is unbelievably good.
It was a great dinosaur–while it lasted. A Far Side cartoon shows dinosaurs smoking and the caption says “what really killed dinosaurs.”
I remember that Far Side cartoon. Genius. But I think it was the kids stomping on them WHILE they smoked that really did it.
I’ve had dinosaur tartar. It’s the pits. Bert has killed his share of lizards, including rather large green ones. Yuk.
Oh, wait. Yuck.
Walt the Fourth:
I had to think about that one! You’re so clever. Before we installed the glass curtain we did find a lizard tail on the terrace. Just the tail. I’m assuming (hoping) the rest of the lizard got away.
Walt the Fourth:
Yuck. Yuck. I mean: Yuk. Yuk.
Amusingly paradoxical for the website of a tar pit to laud “safety, cleanliness and community health”. One tends not to associate these with bubbling lakes of crude oil.
Do you supposed they’re being ironic? Nah!