Hello Fellow Travelers!
Well I'm supposed to have more surgery next week but before I do I will see every witch doctor, every shaman, every voodoo priestess (that is if they are covered by my insurance) in the Northern California area. Having said that, I will relate a little misguided story of last weekend.
Early last week my patient spouse received an invitation to the opening of the Exploratorium at Pier 15. First I said, "No, you guys go. Have a great time!" Of course patient spouse became very impatient with me and said nobody was going if I didn't. So after exactly ten minutes I thought, "This is stupid, of course I'll go!" So we all went to San Francisco to the Wharf and to Pier 15 and The Exploratorium. I've been to The Exploratorium many times. Patient Spouse used to work there, which is why he was invited to go and my son is a "tween" which should be the perfect age for the Exploratorium. So I felt it was incumbent upon me to ensure our little family explored. The atorium. We came, we saw, we explored! While crossing the Embarcadero in a wheelchair wasn't the worst thing that's happened to me, it was, in the words of Larry David, pretty bad.
Inside it was dark and hard to navigate. We stayed there for just over three hours and then Patient Spouse insisted we go home. And that's when the truth came out. I felt pretty uncomfortable the entire time but I kept it to myself. Patient spouse didn't get to stay long enough so he wasn't happy and when my son figured out he wasn't going to see his cousins because we missed the scheduled track meet and baseball game he said it was all a gyp anyway.
Truly a "Gift of the Magit" situation. You remember the story, everybody had to read it in Jr. High: Poor newlyweds, groom pawns heirloom watch for fancy hair accessories, bride sells her hair to pay rent or for coal or something. My point is nobody was happy. Like the story, we were misguided by our good intentions. My good intentions. What was I thinking? It will be a very cold August day in Scottsdale before my good intentions rule the day again!
Early last week my patient spouse received an invitation to the opening of the Exploratorium at Pier 15. First I said, "No, you guys go. Have a great time!" Of course patient spouse became very impatient with me and said nobody was going if I didn't. So after exactly ten minutes I thought, "This is stupid, of course I'll go!" So we all went to San Francisco to the Wharf and to Pier 15 and The Exploratorium. I've been to The Exploratorium many times. Patient Spouse used to work there, which is why he was invited to go and my son is a "tween" which should be the perfect age for the Exploratorium. So I felt it was incumbent upon me to ensure our little family explored. The atorium. We came, we saw, we explored! While crossing the Embarcadero in a wheelchair wasn't the worst thing that's happened to me, it was, in the words of Larry David, pretty bad.
Inside it was dark and hard to navigate. We stayed there for just over three hours and then Patient Spouse insisted we go home. And that's when the truth came out. I felt pretty uncomfortable the entire time but I kept it to myself. Patient spouse didn't get to stay long enough so he wasn't happy and when my son figured out he wasn't going to see his cousins because we missed the scheduled track meet and baseball game he said it was all a gyp anyway.
Truly a "Gift of the Magit" situation. You remember the story, everybody had to read it in Jr. High: Poor newlyweds, groom pawns heirloom watch for fancy hair accessories, bride sells her hair to pay rent or for coal or something. My point is nobody was happy. Like the story, we were misguided by our good intentions. My good intentions. What was I thinking? It will be a very cold August day in Scottsdale before my good intentions rule the day again!
