We spent the afternoon at the state museum, which was awesome. We have such a good state museum. We didn’t get to see Murrel’s thumb, but we did get to see the mummy and the guitar exhibit and Mom spent some time with Elvis.
My nephew thought the mummy was fake, since it lacked outer wrappings. But he was impressed with the number of things there are to sit on at the museum.
He walked back to the car with me in the rain (we left my parents inside where it was dry) and we had a chance to talk some about city street crossing safety. I told him, “There’s always some asshole. Remember that your whole life. Most everyone is cool, but there’s always some asshole–like this taxi driver who’s trying to sneak through the crosswalk between us and these people ahead of us. Keep your eye on the asshole.”
In other news, they have a really gorgeous portrait of Adelicia Hayes. The kind of portrait that makes you appreciate why the devil might tell her suggestive stories.