Yesterday was Adventure Day.
Yes.
This is what my friend calls Thursday. It is the day her and her son go out and about. Since I have been on vacation this week. I tagged along for adventuring in Ann Arbor.
I quite like Ann Arbor. Mostly because its full of strange granola-loving hippies and other weirdos. In other words, my people. I imagine the rent there is exhorbitant due to demand from all the U of M kids.
Ruth drove my car which was an adventure for her because she is used to a Jeep. As her Jeep wouldn't start for some mysterious car related reason....I'm guessing the severe cold and a dead battery. Since I didn't know where to go, she drove and I tutored her on the fact that my brakes are a little strange and that the right hand blinker on the front of the car doesn't actually work properly since the crash last fall.
The Meijer there is sparklingly clean.
I was enlightened on the prospect of gifting tacky ornaments to friends as a sort of Xmas White Elephant and such. Sounded fun. We didn't find a tacky enough ornament at Meijer. I suspect a super tacky one exists at a dollar store near me or even at my workplace.
We continued on to a parking garage where Ruth was told by a machine that her debit card was unacceptable. So, we used mine. How infuriating to be rejected by machines. At least you can tell a human to fuck off. Machines, they just don't care.
Then we went to a lovely bookstore/new agey shop Ruth likes to go to and I also like due to its population of interesting people and things. Also has a tea/coffee shop upstairs. People routinely have animated conversations on all sorts of things like bad vibes, good vibes and how to banish/encourage the various vibes. Where else to get things like sage to cleanse the house? Or your car? Jon and I burnt regular sage from the grocery store we were so desperate because of our bad luck, and hey, a tree fell on the house. That, weirdly enough, turned out to be A GOOD THING (as Martha Stewart was always saying) and helped us out a whole heap.
James had a toddler meltdown over a tiny, cute panda bear. In the end, he got a new pet (Miss/Mr. Panda) after long discussions on why he wanted it so badly and usually when Ruth says no, he's fine, but, for some reason, he really NEEDED a panda bear. This panda was SPECIAL and needed a home.
We found a fairy door in the book shop where kids had left offerings of pennies and drawings. If I were a fairy I'd want to live inside a book shop full of magic, coffee, books and tea. Sounds perfect. Also, its warm in there. The air outside would probably freeze a fairy solid in about a second.
Then, it was on to the Hands on Museum. This is one very awesome place. Used to be a firehouse, which is also super cool. After 5 pm admission is only $5. Which is a good trick to know. Here is the Link if Anyone is Interested. I'd never been there.
I'm an adult who is kind of a big kid, so its a perfect place to go.
James had an altercation with another kid over a garbage truck, which Ruth says is common, and for some reason that is a highly contested and treasured toy in the toddler room. Toddlers are thugs. Once a toddler has possession of a highly prized object, it is then their solemn toddler duty to lord it over all the inferior toddlers who do not have the object and follow them about the enclosure, taunting them. I HAVE THE GARBAGE NOW!!!!!!
Also I observed some helicopter parents which I thought was hilarious. One blonde woman in particular just hung within about four feet of her little girls at all times even though they were playing nice and not having an issue with other kids or toys. Weird. I didn't see an umbilical cord still attaching her to them, but it must have been yanking painfully on her uterus. Otherwise, I saw no reason to be that involved in little girls playing quietly inside a playhouse.
After an eventful trip, and taking several moments to convince James that the museum was closing and we needed to go home, we then headed to a yummy Thai eatery and had a very tasty meal. Very. Tasty. I think crack may be involved. Not sure. But it's my suspicion.
After James and his Panda ate a few noodles, we headed to the co-op and Ruth picked up a few things. It smells nice in there. Kind of like an Indian (as in people from India and not Native Americans) grocery store.
James got a lollipop. I asked him where he thought lollipops live and if his lollipop was a wild lollipop or a domesticated lollipop. He answered that lollipops live in drawers. A reasonable answer. Because his markers and paints and paper live in drawers. So I figure in toddler logic all brightly colored happy things must live in the kitchen drawers of old farmhouses. Yep. Sounds logical to me.
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