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Apr. 5th, 2003 11:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kayre*grumble* I’m sick. Nasty cold, stuffed up head, cough, aches. Yuck. Will doze and watch TV today and hope that puts me back on my feet. Luckily music for tomorrow is stuff I know well enough to play competently even if I’m not at my best.
Thursday hubby and I rather impulsively decided to go to Grand Rapids to see the Dead Sea Scrolls exhibit. On arrival we were given walkman-style listening devices, and told to follow the white numbers. Once we noticed there were also blue numbers, naturally we had to do both. The blue numbers proved to be geared to teenagers, with amusing trivia and first-person explanations of some of the items.
As we reached the exhibit, I noticed the room becoming even quieter than the usual museum hush, and looking around, realized that we had been overtaken by a group of hearing impaired folk. A few had the headsets on, set loudly enough that I could hear the text if I stood close by; they were interpreting in sign language to their companions.
I enjoyed the exhibit and learned quite a lot. Resisted the temptation to lecture until near the end when a woman looked over my shoulder at a graph of Biblical translations and asked which ones were Catholic. Some things just can’t be resisted!
In other news, I just want to make it perfectly clear that the fact that I am dogsitting does not mean I like dogs. Neither does the fact that the dog can make me walk it around the block just by bringing its leash to me and begging. The fact that it was wet and cold outside is not significant. Dogs are okay, as long as they belong to someone else. That’s it.
Thursday hubby and I rather impulsively decided to go to Grand Rapids to see the Dead Sea Scrolls exhibit. On arrival we were given walkman-style listening devices, and told to follow the white numbers. Once we noticed there were also blue numbers, naturally we had to do both. The blue numbers proved to be geared to teenagers, with amusing trivia and first-person explanations of some of the items.
As we reached the exhibit, I noticed the room becoming even quieter than the usual museum hush, and looking around, realized that we had been overtaken by a group of hearing impaired folk. A few had the headsets on, set loudly enough that I could hear the text if I stood close by; they were interpreting in sign language to their companions.
I enjoyed the exhibit and learned quite a lot. Resisted the temptation to lecture until near the end when a woman looked over my shoulder at a graph of Biblical translations and asked which ones were Catholic. Some things just can’t be resisted!
In other news, I just want to make it perfectly clear that the fact that I am dogsitting does not mean I like dogs. Neither does the fact that the dog can make me walk it around the block just by bringing its leash to me and begging. The fact that it was wet and cold outside is not significant. Dogs are okay, as long as they belong to someone else. That’s it.
