Dreams, adds and weekend trips
Let's go in reverse:
Yesterday we went to the Museum of Science in Boston. We were supposed to go the NH to visit my mom but there was a race at the Loudon Raceway and she said the traffic would be brutal, and that my stepfather would not be taking Himself and I out fishing because of it, so we called it off. We had been thinking of going to the museum for a long time and figured we could do that as a consolation prize. We went in on the Harbor Express, and it was a beautiful day to be on the water. We left from Quincy and got to see the USS Salem from the water which is impressive. We arrived right near Faneuil Hall, walked through there and took the T to the museum. We had a lot of fun there, as they have changed a lot of the exhibits to 'hands on' stuff. We saw the resident bobcat (who has brain damage from cubhood so would not be alive if not kept by someone, to those of you who are anti-zoo). Himself got to handle real sheep lungs and heart, and even saw the lungs inflate. How cool is that? The museums skull collection leaves mine in the dust, but I did help a woman identify a skull, which was a raccoon, and which I am very familiar with. There was also a nice bird exhibit with interactive computers that gave information like what the bird's call sounds like. We only saw half the museum in the time we had. We even gave Himself the rushed tour through the "miracle of birth" room so we are all set with the whole sex ed thing now. (just kidding). They did have the hatching chicks, which they didn't have the last time we were there and I thought they had gotten rid of. I'm glad it's back, it was always one of my favorite things.
When we got out, we went back to Faneuil Hall and got food, since we realized we had not eaten at all that day (Himself at least ate breakfast). We boped around in some of the shops, had fried dough, and chocolate chip cookies from the Chipyard. Himself somehow conned the woman in the Pewter Store to sell him a $9. pewter figure for $7. Damn those long eyelashes! How is he ever going to learn to be responsible with his money when all he has to do is be polite and act nice? Grrrr... It was very nice of the woman to cut the price for him since he only had the $7, but still, he should learn you can't always get what you want, esp. if you don't have the funds.
But we did have a great time, and Rythter was wiped out. We plan to go back next month maybe and do some Christmas shopping. I will be sure to patronize the Pewter Store.
I came across a sickening add today from the weekend newspaper magazine. It's a "Nativity of the Christmas Star" which depicts a native American "Mary", "Jesus" and "Joseph" nativity, complete with native pottery and "real feathers". It's so offensive in so many ways. But for three easy payments of just $16.65, it can be yours, and you'll get two fully "sculptural" (what the hell does that word mean?) lambs FREE! Who buys this crap?
And lastly... Do you ever have dreams about people and wonder how true they are? Every so often I have a dream about someone that I no longer speak to. I actually haven't spoken to him since about 1993, aside from a few hello's and no's when he called to talk to Rythter. It's a long story, but I got to the point where I could not stand to argue with him, so I said enough, and just did not speak to him at all, even when we were in the same room. Over time, he was no longer in the circle of friends (yeah, they got sick of him too) and I have not seen him in about 10 years. But once in a while I would have a dream with him in it, and in the dream I would not speak to him either. It just wouldn't happen. Up until last year, when I had a dream where I talked to him and he talked back. It was so strange. So then I started wondering, does this mean anything? And there have been a few other dreams like that. Last night was one of them. I asked him when he was getting married, but he refused to tell me. So in some ways things never do change. Always allusive. I was also living in my old apartment, which also has become somewhat of a reccuring dream. I am not sure what that means. Maybe I feel like I don't have enough room? Ha ha ha! So if I ever see this person again, should I speak to them? It's not likely that I will, but it's interesting to ponder. Or maybe I'll just converse in the dream, since at least there seems to be less arguing and deception than there was in reality. Ho hum.
Yesterday we went to the Museum of Science in Boston. We were supposed to go the NH to visit my mom but there was a race at the Loudon Raceway and she said the traffic would be brutal, and that my stepfather would not be taking Himself and I out fishing because of it, so we called it off. We had been thinking of going to the museum for a long time and figured we could do that as a consolation prize. We went in on the Harbor Express, and it was a beautiful day to be on the water. We left from Quincy and got to see the USS Salem from the water which is impressive. We arrived right near Faneuil Hall, walked through there and took the T to the museum. We had a lot of fun there, as they have changed a lot of the exhibits to 'hands on' stuff. We saw the resident bobcat (who has brain damage from cubhood so would not be alive if not kept by someone, to those of you who are anti-zoo). Himself got to handle real sheep lungs and heart, and even saw the lungs inflate. How cool is that? The museums skull collection leaves mine in the dust, but I did help a woman identify a skull, which was a raccoon, and which I am very familiar with. There was also a nice bird exhibit with interactive computers that gave information like what the bird's call sounds like. We only saw half the museum in the time we had. We even gave Himself the rushed tour through the "miracle of birth" room so we are all set with the whole sex ed thing now. (just kidding). They did have the hatching chicks, which they didn't have the last time we were there and I thought they had gotten rid of. I'm glad it's back, it was always one of my favorite things.
When we got out, we went back to Faneuil Hall and got food, since we realized we had not eaten at all that day (Himself at least ate breakfast). We boped around in some of the shops, had fried dough, and chocolate chip cookies from the Chipyard. Himself somehow conned the woman in the Pewter Store to sell him a $9. pewter figure for $7. Damn those long eyelashes! How is he ever going to learn to be responsible with his money when all he has to do is be polite and act nice? Grrrr... It was very nice of the woman to cut the price for him since he only had the $7, but still, he should learn you can't always get what you want, esp. if you don't have the funds.
But we did have a great time, and Rythter was wiped out. We plan to go back next month maybe and do some Christmas shopping. I will be sure to patronize the Pewter Store.
I came across a sickening add today from the weekend newspaper magazine. It's a "Nativity of the Christmas Star" which depicts a native American "Mary", "Jesus" and "Joseph" nativity, complete with native pottery and "real feathers". It's so offensive in so many ways. But for three easy payments of just $16.65, it can be yours, and you'll get two fully "sculptural" (what the hell does that word mean?) lambs FREE! Who buys this crap?
And lastly... Do you ever have dreams about people and wonder how true they are? Every so often I have a dream about someone that I no longer speak to. I actually haven't spoken to him since about 1993, aside from a few hello's and no's when he called to talk to Rythter. It's a long story, but I got to the point where I could not stand to argue with him, so I said enough, and just did not speak to him at all, even when we were in the same room. Over time, he was no longer in the circle of friends (yeah, they got sick of him too) and I have not seen him in about 10 years. But once in a while I would have a dream with him in it, and in the dream I would not speak to him either. It just wouldn't happen. Up until last year, when I had a dream where I talked to him and he talked back. It was so strange. So then I started wondering, does this mean anything? And there have been a few other dreams like that. Last night was one of them. I asked him when he was getting married, but he refused to tell me. So in some ways things never do change. Always allusive. I was also living in my old apartment, which also has become somewhat of a reccuring dream. I am not sure what that means. Maybe I feel like I don't have enough room? Ha ha ha! So if I ever see this person again, should I speak to them? It's not likely that I will, but it's interesting to ponder. Or maybe I'll just converse in the dream, since at least there seems to be less arguing and deception than there was in reality. Ho hum.