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And there was even more. Mind you, I didn't care to wake up around 6:46 (the alarm was set for 8), but I got up anyway so that I could be extra leisurely. I'd been worried it would be super cold today (below freezing), but I was pleasantly surprised it was around 35, sunny, with no snow. Hear me sigh with relief. Church-John showed up exactly at noon and then we were off for the Science Centre. Naturally (not), I forgot to pack my disabled parking permit. So he let me out and then went to arrange for parking.
There were about a dozen of us from the blind group that had arranged a guided tour with a woman who'd been with the S.C. for 14 years. While we were waiting, one of my friends asked if I'd like to arrange or supervise one of the challenges in our (blind) answer to The Amazing Race where a visually-impaired person is teamed with a sighted guide. Only ONE rule: NO RUNNING! Yes, I think I'd like to be on the other side!
We decided to avoid the louder hands-on section that would appeal mostly to kids and went through an exhibit of semi-steampunk inventions (fascinating; would have been even better if I'd been able to see them). Then we were in a hall devoted to deep matter. Oooh. Once again, lack of sight was a major factor, but c-J and I tried to get as much out of the displays, video screens and juvenile experiments as possible. We met another guide who looked so young. It turned out he'd just gotten his Master's and had been hired three months ago. He told us a secret about our appointed guide. She'd been an opera singer but had switched tracks. She corralled us after nearly two hours and led us to the café where c-J had a regular tea and I discovered London Fog (an Earl Grey latte with vanilla sugar onto which c-J had sprinkled a cinnamon snowflake). It was delish. I'll try to make it myself, even though I don't have a foamer. Hmmm, whisk? Anyway, while we were catching our breath, she came up to us and we revealed what we'd found out about her. She and I had a discussion about the dwindling prospects in music. Then C-J asked her to sing and she performed a bit of "O mio babino caro" for us. Right there in the café! If we both hadn't been tired (and it was near closing time), I would have loved to have revisited the rainforest room (I believe it's a reduced space from the huge exhibit I visited an incredible THREE decades ago!
We left after that and got caught in some rush hour traffic. But c-J got me to the drugstore and I had my flu shot. While waiting the requisite 15-20 minutes to make sure I didn't have a nasty reaction (never have), I picked up a tiny container of sushi and a larger one of chicken teriyaki. Alas, there was no gyowa (Japanese dumplings) to be found.
C-J got me home safe and sound, even though I hated having to go through unlocking the door. I left the light on for S. then retreated to my space so I could collapse, eat my dinner, and enjoy a glass of rose. After the news and my game shows, I watched last night's Dragons' Den. Now I'm just pondering where I'm going to put my Christmas tree(s). I'm thinking of one in the middle of the dining table in front of the mirrored panels. Hmm. Serious decisions, here. Anyway, I'll try to sleep in as long as possible to harness my energy. And keep my fingers crossed.
There were about a dozen of us from the blind group that had arranged a guided tour with a woman who'd been with the S.C. for 14 years. While we were waiting, one of my friends asked if I'd like to arrange or supervise one of the challenges in our (blind) answer to The Amazing Race where a visually-impaired person is teamed with a sighted guide. Only ONE rule: NO RUNNING! Yes, I think I'd like to be on the other side!
We decided to avoid the louder hands-on section that would appeal mostly to kids and went through an exhibit of semi-steampunk inventions (fascinating; would have been even better if I'd been able to see them). Then we were in a hall devoted to deep matter. Oooh. Once again, lack of sight was a major factor, but c-J and I tried to get as much out of the displays, video screens and juvenile experiments as possible. We met another guide who looked so young. It turned out he'd just gotten his Master's and had been hired three months ago. He told us a secret about our appointed guide. She'd been an opera singer but had switched tracks. She corralled us after nearly two hours and led us to the café where c-J had a regular tea and I discovered London Fog (an Earl Grey latte with vanilla sugar onto which c-J had sprinkled a cinnamon snowflake). It was delish. I'll try to make it myself, even though I don't have a foamer. Hmmm, whisk? Anyway, while we were catching our breath, she came up to us and we revealed what we'd found out about her. She and I had a discussion about the dwindling prospects in music. Then C-J asked her to sing and she performed a bit of "O mio babino caro" for us. Right there in the café! If we both hadn't been tired (and it was near closing time), I would have loved to have revisited the rainforest room (I believe it's a reduced space from the huge exhibit I visited an incredible THREE decades ago!
We left after that and got caught in some rush hour traffic. But c-J got me to the drugstore and I had my flu shot. While waiting the requisite 15-20 minutes to make sure I didn't have a nasty reaction (never have), I picked up a tiny container of sushi and a larger one of chicken teriyaki. Alas, there was no gyowa (Japanese dumplings) to be found.
C-J got me home safe and sound, even though I hated having to go through unlocking the door. I left the light on for S. then retreated to my space so I could collapse, eat my dinner, and enjoy a glass of rose. After the news and my game shows, I watched last night's Dragons' Den. Now I'm just pondering where I'm going to put my Christmas tree(s). I'm thinking of one in the middle of the dining table in front of the mirrored panels. Hmm. Serious decisions, here. Anyway, I'll try to sleep in as long as possible to harness my energy. And keep my fingers crossed.
