Good to be back to the grind. No good on my own, actually.

Saturday I mowed, as I’ve posted, and the work harmed me badly, then monday we went to the Mu Sci Ind in Chicago, and had a nice time. I love museums, the big spaces, the hushed echoes, the laughter of children. Nice to see the old stuff, trains, planes, automobiles. The Spirit- Breedlove’s car- the mystery planes.

Lots of exhibits which were new when I was a youngun are still there, showing signs of the passing years. Lots of new exhibits which are now old in and of themselves- computer quizzes written for old Texas Instruments computers. Which you can still see under the glass. And a couple of new things, like turning cow poop into fuel.

Lunch for three still cost $40.

I remember the school-sponsored trips back in the day, the peanut butter sandwiches, dry and crusty, the tiny wormy apples. Wishing I had $5 to buy a gen-yoo-wine MuSciInd pizza puff.

The more things change, the more they suck. Still: Nice to place a palm flat on the side of the old Pioneer Zephyr, feel the cool stainless under my hand. Nice to walk around the museum, though my knee today feels like the dogs breakfast.

And finally, nice to be back to the grind.