Since Monday was a holiday and M had his voice lesson in Portland that afternoon, we headed down to the big city a bit early for a little adventure.
We went to the International Cryptology Museum.
Which is a very weird place indeed.
But I have a fondness for strange museums (my favorite being the Mutter in Philadelphia).
I think that it would be fun to travel around the country, visiting these sorts of museums, and write a book about them (or maybe just a blog). Someone is probably already doing that, right?
I couldn't quite tell whether the museum was serious or not...I mean, it really felt like it was, but then again...big foot.
Afterward, we walked several blocks to the music store and then several more to a pizza place. It was so unbelievably windy that day, and I was dressed for walking around in the city, not an arctic expedition (no long johns!). I honestly don't think I've ever been that cold. But I think I crossed the rubicon that day (I don't know if that's really the correct phrase for what I mean, but it sounds good). I went out to fill the bird feeder yesterday morning when it was 1.9 degrees F, wearing only my pajamas, a sweater, and one mitten (to keep my hand from freezing to the doorknob) and it felt downright balmy. Bring it, winter, I don't even feel the cold anymore.
On Tuesday, I took E and Z for a special behind-the-scenes tour of the teaching animals at Chewonki (a nearby camp).
We admired hissing cockroaches and dead rats (lunch) and a little alligator.
Plus the sweetest little saw-whet owls,
and great-horned owls.
All the animals were injured and are unreleasable for various reasons and are used for educational programs.
The boys have just a couple days of vacation left, which they're spending doing their favorite thing--nothing at all. I wouldn't mind a little of that myself.