August 11: I Want My Two Dollars!!

Yesterday I had big, big plans for my day.
I was going to clean house.
Flow through and into Being.
Love well my babies.

But upon discovering (Aubrey is going to think I am blaming her for this) that The Museum of Ancient Life was having a ten thousand percent discount on admission prices (now $2) we headed south to spend the day at the museum and nearby garden.

. . . .

I wish I had a photo to show you. I imagine it would resemble the sad, sad line should someone have put up a sign a few weeks ago that said "Get Your Swine Flu Shots Here. Two Bucks."

In our defense,we supposed that TWO DOLLAR TUESDAYS! had been going on all summer. That's what, fourteen? weeks to spread out the love.
Not quite. Turns out, only in August.
Thus the Swine Flu Lines.

Of course we had better sense than to wait in that line and then actually go inside under those conditions.

So we had driven a half hour south on the interstate to sit on the grass.
And then an hour or so later we considered that we had driven a half hour south on the interstate to sit on the grass, and took a peek at the lines.
Hey!, we thought (some might say optimistically, others would call it desperately), the line is much shorter! It surely must be alright, now!!

Yeah.
Now, you know better, don't you? Of course you do.
But we didn't.


You'd think at this point that we were newbie homeschoolers or something.
You know.
Used to Saturday In Freedom crowds.
Accustomed to waiting in long lines for a turn at something.
Used to doing something in an orderly fashion, and not having the absolute comfort of visiting all the museums within fifty miles and knowing them backwards and forwards, so much that in usual circumstances, a Mama doesna worry when she doesn't see a familiar babe right away (in the first quick scan).

Used to whistles blown at us, water taken away, and shouted at to Spit out that gum!

We're not.
We reject that life.
We're Unschoolers, remember.

So we go when we can go and live in freedom.
We like it that way.
We're used to it that way.
We're spoiled enough to accept it as the only way.

I could show you a couple of pictures of the museum... I was able to get close enough once or twice to a thing without someone irritating getting in my shot.
I could tell you that in truth the whole day wasn't so bad.
And it had its moments of Acceptable, to be sure.
And we got to see our friends.
And...
...and that's about all I've got.
Because the very best part of the day was probably rolling and running down the hill.
You know that song, don't you?

I can't help but think that I want a refund of my day.
The whole day -including the farm with the animals standing on gravel and the pretty oh-so-manicured gardens- was pretty convoluted and contrived and not very satisfying.

But I guess life is still pretty good. Just not on a Two Dollar Tuesday.
hmmph.