This Wednesday Derrick took the day off of work, partially to finish getting well from a cold he's been fighting for a week, and partially to hang out with me since it feels like we haven't really just hung out for a long time. Our big plan was to have no plan at all, and for once that worked out quite well.
First we went to Sushi-Hana, one of Derrick's favorite restaurants, especially on their Thursday Dollar Day. I have only been there once, about three years ago. It was a pleasant suprise this time. I ate everything they brought except for the eel and the raw (but smoked) salmon.
After Sushi and a breif interlude at Rockin' Rudy's and Liquid Planet, we went to the treatment building to meet my parents and visit while Mom got her chemo. The doctor then decided to cancel it for a couple of weeks because she was on the verge of feeling sick again, and he didn't want a repeat of the last hospital stay from chemo overload. But her numbers keep going down,and today (Friday) she is looking alot better.
Since her treatment was cancelled, Mom and Dad headed back to Plains, and Derrick and I had more time on our hands. There were absolutely NO good movies showing, so we decided to go to the Missoula Art Museum, since we had never gone before. It was not quite what I expected. There was one exhibit that I sorta liked that was created by women from many different countries. The only rule they had to follow was that they had to use a box as their theme in one way or the other. Some of the artists were okay, because I at least had to stop and think "What the heck". One box I liked especially had a glamorous lady on the outside, and a whithered shell of a woman on the inside, portraying how us ladies like to look one way to the world while the drudging monotany of our everyday routines wear at who we really are. It is a depressing outlook for sure, but one I at least can look at and say...."Um, okay." Other boxes just irritated me. I hate it when artists try to shove their viewpoints down your throat with their "There is no box. I refuse to be part of representing the box that oppresses all womankid", WHILE they are still part of the exhibit. But still, I remembered their message, so I guess whoever the nut was that did that particular one is good at pushing a button, which from what I gathered while there, was what they wanted to do. By the way, NEVER touch the art. I briefly touched ONE of the exhibits, and I NEARLY gave the museum attendant an annurism! I hadn't had such a tongue lashing since I was in school. It was interestingly sort of fun... I'm so used to being the one who says "DON'T TOUCH, you see with your eyes, NOT your hands!". Anyways, I am thinking I may have to go back to the art museum and try to resist touching the exhibits again(and maybe bring the kids next time. )
A modest dinner at Jaker's ended our day our on the town. I, after all, had to help Derrin finish a project for school, and we needed to relieve Gramma from her day of watching kids. But it was a fun day and one worth blogging about.
First we went to Sushi-Hana, one of Derrick's favorite restaurants, especially on their Thursday Dollar Day. I have only been there once, about three years ago. It was a pleasant suprise this time. I ate everything they brought except for the eel and the raw (but smoked) salmon.
After Sushi and a breif interlude at Rockin' Rudy's and Liquid Planet, we went to the treatment building to meet my parents and visit while Mom got her chemo. The doctor then decided to cancel it for a couple of weeks because she was on the verge of feeling sick again, and he didn't want a repeat of the last hospital stay from chemo overload. But her numbers keep going down,and today (Friday) she is looking alot better.
Since her treatment was cancelled, Mom and Dad headed back to Plains, and Derrick and I had more time on our hands. There were absolutely NO good movies showing, so we decided to go to the Missoula Art Museum, since we had never gone before. It was not quite what I expected. There was one exhibit that I sorta liked that was created by women from many different countries. The only rule they had to follow was that they had to use a box as their theme in one way or the other. Some of the artists were okay, because I at least had to stop and think "What the heck". One box I liked especially had a glamorous lady on the outside, and a whithered shell of a woman on the inside, portraying how us ladies like to look one way to the world while the drudging monotany of our everyday routines wear at who we really are. It is a depressing outlook for sure, but one I at least can look at and say...."Um, okay." Other boxes just irritated me. I hate it when artists try to shove their viewpoints down your throat with their "There is no box. I refuse to be part of representing the box that oppresses all womankid", WHILE they are still part of the exhibit. But still, I remembered their message, so I guess whoever the nut was that did that particular one is good at pushing a button, which from what I gathered while there, was what they wanted to do. By the way, NEVER touch the art. I briefly touched ONE of the exhibits, and I NEARLY gave the museum attendant an annurism! I hadn't had such a tongue lashing since I was in school. It was interestingly sort of fun... I'm so used to being the one who says "DON'T TOUCH, you see with your eyes, NOT your hands!". Anyways, I am thinking I may have to go back to the art museum and try to resist touching the exhibits again(and maybe bring the kids next time. )
A modest dinner at Jaker's ended our day our on the town. I, after all, had to help Derrin finish a project for school, and we needed to relieve Gramma from her day of watching kids. But it was a fun day and one worth blogging about.
