"Let's do it!" said Julia, our youngest daughter. So I told her to set her alarm for 4 a.m. Sunday morning and we'd go.
At 4:15 a.m. Julia came and woke me from a very sound sleep. I was confused by her appearance in our room until she said, "It's time to go to the museum, Mom."
"Do you really want to go?" I asked, preparing to haul myself out from under my warm blankets.
"Not really," she said, and headed back to her bedroom. Oh well.
But you don't wake me at 4:15 a.m. and expect me to go back to sleep. I laid in bed hoping to doze off, but after 45 minutes I decided: "Maria, if you don't get up and go to the museum to say goodbye, it will be one of those things you'll regret." (I've always been a sentimental fool of sorts.)
|Had to see these pioneers one more time.|
As I walked in, I realized that it was the first time I had ever been to the Royal Alberta Museum alone. I found myself moodling about how museums are a place of wonder and awe about life as I spent a lovely two hours wandering around, remembering different experiences from my past:
|I always loved the cub on the lower right, playing with a feather|
|Mark S. and Jon H. liked the UV rock room...|
|"Mom! Mom! It doesn't feel slimy at all!"|