Posts Tagged ‘museum’

New Year’s is coming. I tried to write about being curled in the dark at the Solstice, but I left the post hanging in my draft file.

It’s raining, pouring. Now it rains in December, November, October. No doubt it will rain in January. There are lots of nights when the temps drop into the teens and single digits; and yes, there are snowstorms and cancellations and hazardous driving conditions. I’m curled in my cold house, layers of clothing as if I lived in a stone castle. When did I start to dress like an old person?

This should all be snow. I hate this rain every year now. We all know it’s wrong, at least those of us who grew up in the 60s and 70s and remember a snowy winter and never saw rain from October ’til April.

Some of the curling inward this year is because I am still struggling with injury—sprains, strains, arthritis; an unknown and un-diagnosible protrusion on my L clavicle. I can’t move as well as I’d like so I curl up. I am not depressed though. I am cheerful and well-rested for the most part.

I’ve thought of writing a post chronicling all the cool things I was privileged to do this year and maybe I still will. The music, the dances, the museums. I am surrounded by art and culture and I get to go to the ocean a fair bit.

I am also thinking I will do a post about resolutions.

Here’s a Calder from the Cleveland Museum of Art which we visited on a rare Thanksgiving jaunt to Ohio.

Once when we were in New York, the kids were still very young, we saw a Calder in one of the rooms at whichever museum (MOMA? MMA?) and we blew on it. You are not allowed to make the Calder move by blowing on it and we were chided by the museum attendant. It was the definition of irony.

Such whimsy and fun:


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I am still here. Still in the limbo of starting many posts which then sit in my drafts folder unfinished.

I don’t want to lose anyone. Trying.

We visited Amherst College’s Museum of Natural History yesterday. That’s something. Family friends were visiting from Ontario and we had so many things to show them in a few short hours.

My photos from the museum aren’t very good, but I couldn’t find anything better on google.

Here you go you bone lovers:

I know the mastodon looks like a mean mistreater, but these are the teeth of a herbivore

presumably, this is how my cat’s skeleton would look if her bones fossilized before being fed in the morning

Yes, I love echinoderms. I have tried to start many poems about them. Nothing happens.

On each of the 3 floors of the beautiful, multi-windowed museum, along one of the walls, there are solid wooden drawers. You open them and inside are beautiful fossils under glass. Who knows what they all are? All of the drawers are labeled, but I don’t care because my brain does not retain the information anyway.

Beautiful feathery pattern of fossilized plant-thing, how much do I love thee?

Yes, there is information and yes, you could lift some of the words to make poems (but maybe not about echinoderms)

You think that is enough? Oh no, mes petites, lookie here:

The hallways are lined with glass cases full of beautiful minerals and gems. So pretty.

But it is not all girly at the museum. They have a triceratops skull and a T rex skull. And giant leg bones of some giant plant-eating dinosaur. But for now you get the T rex.

And finally, the reproduction cast of a dunkleosteus:

You’d think that the dunkleosteus had something to do with donuts, but no, it is named after David Dunkle. Looks like this one had a tasty Hubby snack! Lucky fish! Yum.

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