Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Morbid, Me?

Today I:

  • had the same thing as yesterday for breakfast - exciting me!
  • had a banana and two bean and rice burritos for lunch - hungry me!
  • drank a cup of green tea
  • passed over the whole pineapple and grapefruit on the OFC (WTF?)

Saturday I went to the Mutter Museum of Medical Oddities in Philadelphia before heading off to X-mas Eve dinner. Joe and I had our first date there and haven't been back since. Not much has changed: the giant skeleton still stands next to the dwarf skeleton, the soap woman is in her glass case, the fetuses are still lined up along the wall, and the Before and After shots of syphilis are still up, giving hope to us all that yes, there is a cure! This time there was a special exhibition on conjoined twins, the illnesses of the Lewis & Clark Expedition, and the medical history of US presidents.

I must admit that one of the things I like about the Mutter is the decor. Lots of dark wood paneling and brass railing.

I wanted to go there the first time because I had heard about it during my move to Philadelphia and was curious. Joe wanted to go there because it was somewhere I wanted to go, and was willing to go with him. A museum of medical oddities probably sounds like a strange place for a first date, but let me tell you, it certainly does make you feel life is short, precious, and above all, unaccountably weird, which is not a bad mind set for a first date, come to think of it. What is that funny feeling in my stomach? It must be love... or fear or dying. Hmmm.

Well, we've been together five years.

This time, Joe bought the T-shirt. And the calendar. And eyeball candy. (His enthusiasm is growing on the subject, which is surprising, considering his childhood hypochondria.)

Last night, I:

  • had a eggplant parmesan sub and an Italian beer while doing laundry
  • ate a couple Terroni
  • drank a lot of water
  • finally got a plant light for my dying plants
  • found myself strangely attracted to its light
  • knit under it for an hour - or rather - unknit an entire sock and started over
  • got more sock yarn in the mail

1 comment:

bitterknitter said...

The museum sounds facinating! I hate being in a moving vehicle as well, I share your pain on that one. I'm interested in the plant poor plant is neglected and struggling.