Well, I'm back from vaccay. That was nice. Having Mom in tow is getting to be a real drag, however -- she's ever more reliant, and on the smallest of things. It's the way things are headed, I suppose. And as a navigator? Where I have set up the GPS and printed off series of maps for everything, in progressive detail, all labeled appropriately in red? She stinks. I don't know how I can make it any simpler or more obvious. Fucking focus, lady. It's right there. So it's that, and her usual inability to make any kind of decision, when I've narrowed the world of possibilities down to TWO. This one or that one. Pick one. Nope -- she absolutely refuses to make the call.
Anyway, it was a good trip. Bloody cold, though.
Loved loved loved the Oriental Institute, although it was a bit of a jumble -- so much history and regional differences to cover, so that was probably inevitable. Still, a lot of Egyptian stuff I've never seen, and I've seen a LOT of Egyptian stuff. The Persian stuff was also excellent, but it's a much weaker area for me.
The contemporary art museum was a bit of a disappointment. I missed the Bowie show AGAIN. The Calder show was just one room. So, that ended early, and we did the Driehaus Museum after, which was excellent.
The Field Museum was mind-bogglingly huge. Busy, but you didn't feel it, just because everyone was so spread out. Some Haitian Voodoo exhibit that came from our Museum of Civ, which was interesting on a rational level, but on an emotional level, I was creeped the fuck out. I didn't stand in front of any of the mirrors. No sirree. And we spent a good two and a half hours just looking at all the birds of North America, stuffed and mounted. So. Many. Birds. And the Field has primo dioramas, and man oh man, do I love dioramas. Most of them are over a hundred years old, and nice and graphic in a Mutual of Omaha sort of way, which is not something kids of today get much exposure to. So yeah -- great success.
Didn't do the Art Institute, since we did that the last time. There are some other things which I'm forgetting at the moment.
The drive-by of the Toledo Museum of Art was good, but not nearly enough time. The Detroit Institute of Arts had more time, but not enough in the way of exhibits that were new to me. An excellent show of works on paper, but beyond that, I've seen it all a dozen times.
And now I'm back. It's bloody cold. The Christmas decorations all have to come down, but maybe on the weekend. I need a haircut. I need laundry.
The return to work is pretty quiet, thanks to the computers all being down, and there's not much I can do without them. Now they're back up. I spent a good chunk of the day planning out my clothes for the Boat, which is a bit tricky. Formal and informal outfits needed, and I'm limited by the 23 kilos of Air Transat. So, some planning is required, at a much more severe level than for road trips, where you just throw it all in a bag and don't give a fuck because it's all in the car anyway. This is more tricky, but with a mid-Atlantic laundry session, I think I can do it.
Anyway. Bored to be back already.