Most people find Sunday to be a relaxing sort of day and sometimes I do, too. It is Sunday’s traditional role and even we atheists have no objection to a day of rest.
But, despite having done very little actual work today I am, as the expression goes, plum tuckered out. Cream crackered. Sitting here with a very strong coffee at 10:30 p.m., watching a very weird sci-fi action thing with Cuba Gooding, Jr., missed the start so I’m not even sure if it’s a movie or a TV series, I’m hoping TV series because I really like the premise, he’s got some kind of chip in his brain so he never really knows if it’s him who’s thinking what he’s thinking or whether he’s a good guy or not. Even with all that, I’m having trouble staying awake as I write this.
Tutankhamen’s Tomb
Woke up pretty early from a stressful dream. I wouldn’t say a nightmare, quite. I’d just got fired and deported and was trying to get a job at a language school in Brussels run by two clowns – actual clowns.
Had a couple of hours to do my facebook routine before everybody else got up and then Sam wanted to play Monopoly. Am I a bad father? I like spending time with my kids, I just really hate Monopoly. Anyway, we played and, as is the way with Monopoly, that board is still out on the table and may well be for several days.
We went to Alza after lunch, walked most of the way, it was actually rather warm out, a bright, crisp, autumn day and we saw a sign saying “Street Art Festival” and they were putting a big painting on a big, ugly, eyesore of a building which should have been torn down 10 years ago. Better than nothing.
I hate Alza. They’ve computerized the shopping experience to the point where it’s incomprehensible to me. So, there are lots of people, they’re doing a good business, and Helena handles it just fine and their prices are good, but I just stand there feeling like a fool. So, we got a couple of cartridges for the printer, coffee, tea, and some muffins for the kids. It was a dinky little Eurocoffee, too.
Then we went to the Tutankhamen exhibit, because we had free tickets. The kids were pretty good at the start, Sam lost interest about halfway through, Isabel was kind of funny, methodically determined to see every piece of the exhibit in turn.
I feel about archaeology sort of the same way I feel about zoos. I enjoy looking at all this stuff, and I enjoy seeing all of the animals, but I think Howard Carter was, in essence, just a grave robber, and most of the animals would be happier if they were a thousand miles away from any zoo, or any people whatsoever.
It was a day for running into people. A football mom on the way in, one of the friendlier ones who’d sometimes actually talk to me, and a few friends on the tram on the way home.
Helena took the kids shopping while I came home and spent some more time on facebook.
Just an ordinary day. But I am done and done in. Good night.
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