We met up with sister and family, and brother too up from Philly for the day, at their place in the city Sunday. It was immediately obvious that Rio and Rohan had gone to the same hairdresser that morning.
We made it out to the Met, where I wanted to show the kids the Egypt exhibit (the Temple of Dendur etc.). We sort of raced through it, although husband and Rio, separated from the larger group, did get to stop and really look at things. Some sample Rio questions: “What does that sign say? What is this one Daddy? Why did they draw these? Is someone still in there?” Tashi did notice an owl, which Rohan said stood in for a vowel in hieroglyphs. (Except maybe I misheard him, as it seems to stand for M—he may have meant a bird in profile.)
I appreciated that the guard, in addition to acknowledging the 19th century graffiti including by someone who also wrote he was from NY, pointed out the graffito in Arabic.
After Egypt we did a little arms and armors with cool samurai swords and (truly beautiful) old guns and even a helmet worn by someone on Henry VIII’s side during the meeting at Calais (the stuff of Hilary Mantel). Also, armor with the blue and red silk still apparent for the 5-year-old Infante Luis, Prince of Asturias (how crazy is it that I can link to these things!).
It would be good to go back and pick one exhibit we all want to go to, maybe Greece, and really look at everything together. Especially as we can get in via a corporate membership (and the suggested donation is $25/adult—I remember paying $6!). Rio and Tashi managed to walk to the museum and back, from their apartment six long crosstown blocks away, which still is remarkable to me. And in what must be a good sign, Rio complained mightily when it was time to leave at nearly 4pm. “WHY? But I JUST got here!!” [shriek shriek] Kids made off with a growling Chewy toy.
The day before on Saturday, we walked even more, in warmer weather, for the kickoff of the baseball/softball season in town, in a parade. The parade is a crazy event we have bumped into before because it blocked off streets en route to Kumon or swimming. This year we were in it for the first time, and literally the entire village is IN the parade, with a dozen or so actual spectators. Rio is doing kickball with the Little Ivy team. It is our first official foray into the town’s organized sports industrial complex… wish us luck.
It meant getting out to the train station at 830am and waiting for the parade to start at 9am. We did not wake up early enough for coffee at home and I was in dire need. Yes, family walks alongside too, so Tashi and teammate Luca’s family all walked too. (And like I said, along with everyone else!) Luca’s dad is the coach. Afterward, we had swimming and then went to my new Thai friend’s house for Thai food plus climbing dome and trampoline (both of which I started to think we needed, till I saw how expensive they are). I also got to see Tish for dinner here in town too Saturday night. Yay! Games start Sunday! Someone described it as herding cats. We shall see!