Friday, July 6, 2012

Chillin' with the Mosquitoes...

Began training with in the Ashley House -- it's a chaotic house. Lots going on and very few coherent threads. And the guide that was there, Stephen, who I've met a couple of times, is a former professor at Allegheny! He was in the Poli Sci & Sociology departments a while ago. Though we had a few mutual acquaintances. Strange.

So the museum has finished redoing all the glass in the visible storage, which means the curators and whatnot who would usually have already met with us are now doing that. Lots of fun. We've had a textiles seminar with Ned Lazaro, a lecture on clocks with Phil Zea, one seminar on silver and base metals from Amanda Lange and another on ceramics. There's crazy large amounts of information to remember. My first notebook is almost full - I've only got a couple pages left.

Papers continue apace, although there's lots of work to do and I'm not sure if they're going to be good enough. None of us are though, so at least I'm not the only one.

I'm sitting out front of the museum store right now, it's about 20 of 11 at night, and we're being eaten by mosquitoes but this is where the internet is, so...

Parents are still out at sea, it's weird them being out of reach.

Tonight we went up to Shelbourne Falls, which is about 25 minutes away. I was there before, remember? Glacial potholes? Bridge of Flowers? Anyway. We walked around and then had dinner in a cute little place there. I drove the Mini & Josh drove the van because his daughter came too & there were too many of us to fit in the one place. Josh drives surprisingly fast and on the way up there, a car got between us and then slowed down to a crawl, so I tried to pass it once, at which point the two girls (though not the one boy) freaked out and started shrieking. Which freaked me out, so I didn't do it -- that time. I did later, though. And because I had snapped at them about trusting me (and not panicking because it was super distracting, they managed to keep the panic under control. Honestly. Girls. They're also squeamish about bugs, so I squish 'em for them. Me and Bekah are the only ones that don't start screaming over them.

Battery dying so I'm going to post this before I lose it all...

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