Weekend update.
Apr. 7th, 2007 11:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivkaSuch a good, albeit extremely tiring, day.
We had a great visit to the Air and Space Museum hangar at Dulles Airport. It's essentially just an unbelievably massive hall crammed full of planes, with a few display cases of smaller artifacts thrown in to make it look more like a museum. (Variation: one wing consists of a massive hall crammed full of spacecraft.) I was chasing Alex, so I didn't get much of a chance to look reflectively at things, but, I mean: they have a Concorde. They have a kamikaze plane - essentially just a warhead with a chair and a steering wheel on top. They have the prototype space shuttle Enterprise. They have the mobile quarantine unit that appears in that famous picture of Nixon greeting the Apollo astronauts. They have the Gemini VII capsule - one of several capsules on display. I look at those tiny things, and my mind simply cannot encompass the idea of climbing into one and letting them strap it to a rocket and shoot it into space. Flying in something like the space shuttle seems so much more... sane.
We spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bosssio's house. For those who have been wondering whether she is as cool and interesting in person as she is online: yes. We have so much to talk about - I look forward to someday having the opportunity to hang out and have a long discussion that isn't interrupted every five minutes by the needs of a toddler. Her husband Andy seems to be very cool, as well. (Don't worry, Andy. I will never, ever disclose the Usenet thing.)
Alex held up to the long day, strange surroundings, and disrupted routine remarkably well. I am so grateful to have a toddler who is pleasant to take places.
E-mail from my mother this evening, asking if Alex was having an egg hunt and an Easter basket. Honestly, it hadn't even crossed my mind. We mark Easter at our church (and I went to the Good Friday/Yom Hashoah service), and I was sort of half-heartedly planning to dress Alex for church in something a little fancier than usual. (The 40-degree weather has defeated me on that one.) But the Pagan/spring/fertility/bunny/Peeps aspect of Easter isn't anything I feel connected to. It's nothing I feel excited about sharing with Alex. I'm not opposed to it - I figure that in a year or two she'll hear about dyeing eggs and Easter baskets and will want to try it out, and so we will. But I don't ever remember thinking, "I can't wait to have a little kid to hide eggs for!"
Not so for the rest of my family, apparently. I just got pictures from my sister Debbie, showing her 16-month-old daughter stained to the wrist in orange dye and holding up an egg in triumph. And my mother tells me that my little sister colored eggs and made an Easter basket for her four-month-old. I certainly remember doing the whole Easter thing as a child, and pulling out all the stops - we always had this monstrosity of a bunny-shaped cake, for example, and even now, in 2007, my mother has made one to share with those of the family who are gathering tomorrow. Apparently, for everyone else I was raised with, the Easter Bunny took. I wonder why not for me?
We had a great visit to the Air and Space Museum hangar at Dulles Airport. It's essentially just an unbelievably massive hall crammed full of planes, with a few display cases of smaller artifacts thrown in to make it look more like a museum. (Variation: one wing consists of a massive hall crammed full of spacecraft.) I was chasing Alex, so I didn't get much of a chance to look reflectively at things, but, I mean: they have a Concorde. They have a kamikaze plane - essentially just a warhead with a chair and a steering wheel on top. They have the prototype space shuttle Enterprise. They have the mobile quarantine unit that appears in that famous picture of Nixon greeting the Apollo astronauts. They have the Gemini VII capsule - one of several capsules on display. I look at those tiny things, and my mind simply cannot encompass the idea of climbing into one and letting them strap it to a rocket and shoot it into space. Flying in something like the space shuttle seems so much more... sane.
We spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out at
bosssio's house. For those who have been wondering whether she is as cool and interesting in person as she is online: yes. We have so much to talk about - I look forward to someday having the opportunity to hang out and have a long discussion that isn't interrupted every five minutes by the needs of a toddler. Her husband Andy seems to be very cool, as well. (Don't worry, Andy. I will never, ever disclose the Usenet thing.)Alex held up to the long day, strange surroundings, and disrupted routine remarkably well. I am so grateful to have a toddler who is pleasant to take places.
E-mail from my mother this evening, asking if Alex was having an egg hunt and an Easter basket. Honestly, it hadn't even crossed my mind. We mark Easter at our church (and I went to the Good Friday/Yom Hashoah service), and I was sort of half-heartedly planning to dress Alex for church in something a little fancier than usual. (The 40-degree weather has defeated me on that one.) But the Pagan/spring/fertility/bunny/Peeps aspect of Easter isn't anything I feel connected to. It's nothing I feel excited about sharing with Alex. I'm not opposed to it - I figure that in a year or two she'll hear about dyeing eggs and Easter baskets and will want to try it out, and so we will. But I don't ever remember thinking, "I can't wait to have a little kid to hide eggs for!"
Not so for the rest of my family, apparently. I just got pictures from my sister Debbie, showing her 16-month-old daughter stained to the wrist in orange dye and holding up an egg in triumph. And my mother tells me that my little sister colored eggs and made an Easter basket for her four-month-old. I certainly remember doing the whole Easter thing as a child, and pulling out all the stops - we always had this monstrosity of a bunny-shaped cake, for example, and even now, in 2007, my mother has made one to share with those of the family who are gathering tomorrow. Apparently, for everyone else I was raised with, the Easter Bunny took. I wonder why not for me?
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Date: 2007-04-08 08:23 pm (UTC)