You Want Me To Go Where???
Friday, March 14th, 2008 07:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouHoo, I am tired, y'all! We went to the Smithsonian complex today, and thankfully, it wasn't as hard to convince the Husbandly One to take the Metro. And I have to tell you, the Impossible Son loves the Metro. He would almost willingly give up all his friends and his school to move here and just ride the Metro all day long. Notice I said, "Almost..."
We went to the National Air and Space museum first, which was a great deal of fun, and I think I stunned the Impertinent One with my amazing knowledge of planes, and the space program... what can I say, I was a geek that wanted to grow up to be an astronaut! I grew up in Houston, fer gossakes! My dad and one of my brother-in-laws had friends who worked at NASA, and I am the Repository of Useless Information so... there you go!
I don't know who had more fun there, the Husbandly One, or the kids!
When we left, we started to head toward the Natural History museum, but Mr. Manzie looked at the big building directly across the way and said, "What's that?"
"The National Gallery," I said, trying to keep a quiver of longing out of my voice.
"Oooooo, let's go there!!!"
At first, I was in heaven, because I most DESPERATELY wanted to wander through the National Gallery, and seeing the Renaissance art was just... oooo, Fra Filipo Lippi!!!! And then... I saw the Rembrandts and forgot my family entirely, only to be yanked back to reality when the Impossible Son said the blasphemous words...
"This... is... boring."
*gasp*
Oh, well, at least I saw the Rembrandts. To be fair to THO, he tried to insist that we stay so I could stare to my heart's content, but I've been to museums and had to listen to unhappy, bored little people too many times to wish to inflict that on other patrons. Not with my offspring! So, we left, and Auntie's lip quivered only a little.
Next was the Museum of Natural History and DINOSAURS!! Though he wasn't as thrilled with the dinosaurs as he was with the bones of tiny animals and rocks, lots and lots of rocks. I at least saw enough of the fossils to be able to identify several fossils we have that we found in our creekbed wanderings. Which is just incredibly cool!
There are large numbers of Japanese tourists in D.C. right now. I mean, you literally can't turn around without falling over at least ten of them at any given moment. I find this incredibly cool, by the way. The Impertinent Daughter keeps trying to nudge me into using my very, very fledgling Japanese to talk to them, and I'm like, "Oh, no, not me!" Learned my lesson as a teenager, practicing my Spanish with the grandmothers of my friends. Talk about opening the floodgates!!! Okay, so my Spanish got better as a result, mainly in self-defense, but still, it was quite overwhelming, and I tremble to think of what would happen if I tried that in Japanese! Besides... I don't read lips in Japanese yet! *yes, is totally chickening out!*
Tomorrow, to make up for not being able to go through the National Gallery, THO says we can go to the Freer Gallery tomorrow, so I can look at Japanese art! YAY!!!
We shall see what we shall see!!
*rubbing her hands together with glee*
Of course, if Mr. Impossible says he is bored, I think I might cry!!
We went to the National Air and Space museum first, which was a great deal of fun, and I think I stunned the Impertinent One with my amazing knowledge of planes, and the space program... what can I say, I was a geek that wanted to grow up to be an astronaut! I grew up in Houston, fer gossakes! My dad and one of my brother-in-laws had friends who worked at NASA, and I am the Repository of Useless Information so... there you go!
I don't know who had more fun there, the Husbandly One, or the kids!
When we left, we started to head toward the Natural History museum, but Mr. Manzie looked at the big building directly across the way and said, "What's that?"
"The National Gallery," I said, trying to keep a quiver of longing out of my voice.
"Oooooo, let's go there!!!"
At first, I was in heaven, because I most DESPERATELY wanted to wander through the National Gallery, and seeing the Renaissance art was just... oooo, Fra Filipo Lippi!!!! And then... I saw the Rembrandts and forgot my family entirely, only to be yanked back to reality when the Impossible Son said the blasphemous words...
"This... is... boring."
*gasp*
Oh, well, at least I saw the Rembrandts. To be fair to THO, he tried to insist that we stay so I could stare to my heart's content, but I've been to museums and had to listen to unhappy, bored little people too many times to wish to inflict that on other patrons. Not with my offspring! So, we left, and Auntie's lip quivered only a little.
Next was the Museum of Natural History and DINOSAURS!! Though he wasn't as thrilled with the dinosaurs as he was with the bones of tiny animals and rocks, lots and lots of rocks. I at least saw enough of the fossils to be able to identify several fossils we have that we found in our creekbed wanderings. Which is just incredibly cool!
There are large numbers of Japanese tourists in D.C. right now. I mean, you literally can't turn around without falling over at least ten of them at any given moment. I find this incredibly cool, by the way. The Impertinent Daughter keeps trying to nudge me into using my very, very fledgling Japanese to talk to them, and I'm like, "Oh, no, not me!" Learned my lesson as a teenager, practicing my Spanish with the grandmothers of my friends. Talk about opening the floodgates!!! Okay, so my Spanish got better as a result, mainly in self-defense, but still, it was quite overwhelming, and I tremble to think of what would happen if I tried that in Japanese! Besides... I don't read lips in Japanese yet! *yes, is totally chickening out!*
Tomorrow, to make up for not being able to go through the National Gallery, THO says we can go to the Freer Gallery tomorrow, so I can look at Japanese art! YAY!!!
We shall see what we shall see!!
*rubbing her hands together with glee*
Of course, if Mr. Impossible says he is bored, I think I might cry!!
