Because Rabiah says she hates buffets and Sylvia says she hates museums we took them up to Lowell this weekend for a Cambodian buffet and a tour of the nearly deserted National Park Museum.
I am a little wary of buffets myself but Max had been there with friends from work and it was good although it left us all so thirsty that we made at least four trips a piece to the water fountain at the Museum. The weather was and still is January freezing and I was sulking about the walk across Lowell to get to the Museum. I had gone out at 6am for a bike ride so it's not really the cold that scares me, it's the cold with the children that is frightning
The museum is hot. They are trying to give you the full industrial worker experience and what can I say, my frozen toes appreciated it. They also give you ear plugs for the noise of the machines but if the 19th century proletariat didn't have them I'm not going to be a wimp besides most of the exhibits are removed for the area where the looms are making their music. Very 1830's techno.
Yesterday plans were less Family Fun Magazine in nature and more odd urban family. I offered the girls the opportunity to see Jane Eyre with me but they opted to see Beastly without me. Actually they would not have cared if I attended. We walked the 3.5 miles from our house to the somewhat 1990's trashy Alewife cinema and I let Max indulge in his favorite type of retail therapy at Whole Foods while the girls enjoyed their movie in the suitably numb condition that is induced by sharing a slushy and large popcorn.
I biked again yesterday. Having a new bike will induce crazy behavior. I also understood why my knitting was looking strange, I had been overlooking part of the directions for my lace pattern. After ripping the whole mess apart and turning the page I have been able to produce lace.
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