With my head in the dirt, see how long I can hold my breath
Yesterday's appointment for which I went through MBTA hell turned out not to have been made by the doctor who had offered it to me on Thursday, although I didn't find that out until I had gotten there; that was terrible. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch met me afterward at the Boston Public Market where I was practicing self-care with a bagel; we walked to the Museum of Science where we saw the mantis shrimp and the axolotls and all the dioramas and models of Nature's Superheroes: Life at the Limits and then spent another couple of hours just browsing the familiar and new parts of the museum (the permanent, interactive exhibit on engineering and the Charles River is a good one and I would say that even if it didn't have a tank of river fish and turtles) before walking to Lechmere and catching an 87 to Porter Square, where we had dinner at Christopher's. I came home, worked and watched movies, served as a platform for Autolycus. We have made a mental note to go back for the West End Museum.
Today has been chiefly defined by a cat throwing up and a really appalling development with the kitchen trash, so I have been cleaning forever. I look forward to May being less gross.
spatch met me afterward at the Boston Public Market where I was practicing self-care with a bagel; we walked to the Museum of Science where we saw the mantis shrimp and the axolotls and all the dioramas and models of Nature's Superheroes: Life at the Limits and then spent another couple of hours just browsing the familiar and new parts of the museum (the permanent, interactive exhibit on engineering and the Charles River is a good one and I would say that even if it didn't have a tank of river fish and turtles) before walking to Lechmere and catching an 87 to Porter Square, where we had dinner at Christopher's. I came home, worked and watched movies, served as a platform for Autolycus. We have made a mental note to go back for the West End Museum.Today has been chiefly defined by a cat throwing up and a really appalling development with the kitchen trash, so I have been cleaning forever. I look forward to May being less gross.
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They were really nice turtles!
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Thank you. It just felt like a totally unnecessary escalation of blech!
*hugs*
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Thank you. The museum and the walking around in good weather and actually getting to eat dinner with my husband was nice!
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That is to say, they didn't manage to put it in the doctor's schedule, or was there another doctor going on?
Either way, yarg.
(Turtles! Yay.)
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It hadn't been put in the doctor's schedule: I showed up to find no appointment waiting for me, was told there was nothing on record, and then received a call from the bemused doctor who wasn't even in their office because they hadn't thought they needed to be in that early on the day. I had gone without sleep in order to get to the appointment on time, had dealt with awful public transit, had left multiple phone calls. It was terrible.
The parts of the day that were museum and food were very nice, but it took some while to get over the morning. I am supposedly rescheduled for later in the week and we'll see what even happens there.
(Turtles! Yay.)
Painted turtles! Also we spent some time with the tamarins in the Hall of Human Life. They are very personable and seemed to enjoy studying us.
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THAT part makes it inexcusable on their part. Grr.
As for the MoS, the Hall of Human Life is new to me. (That is, I haven't been since it got put in.) Tamarins! Baby chickens! I'll have to go sometime when it's humid and I need A/C.
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It is perpetually weird to me what parts of the musuem remain from my childhood and what parts don't, but at least we still have a Museum of Science; I think that's important.
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Thank you! So far, knock wood, it's been nice!
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Thank you. They were a definite improvement on the day.
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There was. It was much better than the alternative.
I'm actually not so sure at this point in our evolution if I want to be studied by tamarins. They have prehensile thumb-substitutes and they just sit at you.
They talked, too, although we have no idea what they were saying. We kept hearing a pattern of staccato chirps and a swoop like a slide whistle.