Alright Yarmouth

After exhausting the most exciting parts of Norwich, I took Danny to Great Yarmouth today. He wanted to see a British coast.

So we went down to the beach and then looked for a museum to go through. I saw on the city website that they have several museums. But the website didn't exactly draw to my attention the fact that not all the museums are open in the winter.

We finally happened upon the Time and Tide museum, which was open. There we learned all about herring, and life in a coastal town.

When we stopped for chips we discovered that the pigeon mafia has nothing on the sea gull mafia. A bunch of pigeons were gathered around a child who was dropping chips on the ground. One of the sea gulls came down to investigate. Then he spread his wings out and honked loudly for his friends to come get some of these chips. They seemed to intimidate both the pigeons and the child.

More Norwich Adventures

I took Danny to the Castle today. We saw most of the exhibits in the museum and went on the battlements and dungeon tours. The tour guide this time was a different person than the one John and I had before. She said mostly different stuff so it was worth doing the tours again.

After that we met up with John and walked through the Cathedral. Then we got a pint at the Adam and Eve and went to dinner.

We had nice weather all day so walking outside was pleasant and we had a good view of the city from the battlements.

Danny

Danny is amazing at traveling. He was right on time, which means everything went as planned on each leg of his journey!

We met up around noon, had lunch, explored town, and then came home to eat Indian delivery with John.

Tomorrow, more adventures!

Hair

I was looking at my hair the other day and realized that it was ever-so-slightly, a different color on the bottom half than the top.

You see, I did dye my hair for a while a couple years ago, just for fun. As the wedding approached, I had to fix it. I went to one hair salon where they just dyed over my dye job. The result was that my roots showed very clearly when my hair grew out and my hair would still fade to a color lighter than what it should have been. So I went to a different salon where the stylist (good naturedly) lectured me about dying my hair from a box, stripped the old color, and dyed over my hair with semi-permanent dye. The result was that my hair would fade, but without leaving a distinct line. So she used the semi-permanent dye a few more times and my hair looked normal for my wedding.

Months later, I still think she did a great job, because it really wasn't that obvious that my hair wasn't all the same color. But the dyed hair was never going to be exactly the right color without repeat treatments of the semi-permanent dye.

I opted for cutting off the discolored hair.
















Of course, your hair always looks great the day you get it cut. What my hair will look like when I have to style it myself remains to be seen.

One More Thing

Danny, one of my friends from library school, is coming to visit us on Tuesday. I spent the day preparing for his visit by cleaning.

I scrubbed the guest bathroom, trying to get rid of live mold if not permanently ingrained mold stains. I tidied up the living room, putting away clutter that has been on the bookshelf and fireplace for months. I made my office look more like a bedroom by putting sheets on the bed and moving out a few of my things that might get in the way.

After all this, I took a break, had some lunch, and walked to the co-op with John. As we were walking back into the house I saw that John's bag had sprung a leak. John was ahead of me and he was letting the bag leak on the floor. "John!" I called out. He turned to look at me, and as he did he moved the bag towards the bed. "Not on the bed!" I yelled. But it was too late. The bag had leaked on the bed, too. John immediately saw what was going on and took the bag back outside.

Up until that point, we both thought the leak was milk. It was actually beer.

The good news is that the beer that did get on the bed didn't soak all the way through the duvet cover. Since the duvet itself will not fit in the washing machine I'm not sure what I would have done if it had gotten dirty. But the cover is in the wash, and Danny has escaped having to sleep in a bed that smells like beer.

Train Station

John and I talked about going on a short trip today, but we only made it as far as the train station. Only one bus was running, so we had to walk. By the time we got there is was kind of late to go somewhere, do something, and come back.

Anyway, we explored that part of town. Ate lunch at a Thai restaurant on the river and saw Young Victoria at a theater we hadn't been to before.

Popisms

You: Huh?
Pop: If you can "huh" you can hear.

You: So we were playing outside and...
Pop: What do you mean we? Do you have a mouse in your pocket?

You: *being too slow*
Pop: My grandmother was slow, but she was old.

You: Hey, Pop!
Pop: Hay is for horses, straw is cheaper.

You: Sorry I'm running late. I'm coming.
Pop: So is Christmas.

"Tell me this, people keep talking about how all our pollution is putting holes in the ozone layer. What do they think rockets are doing when we shoot 'em into space. How's a rocket going to get through the ozone without making a hole?"

Me (reading plaque with Mazzaferro crest on it): This says "mazza" means "club," and "ferro" means "iron." I guess "Mazzaferro" means "iron club."
Pop: You're just like this one (pointing at Grandma). It says "mazza" means "club." So it's "club iron."
Note: Someday Amanda and I are going to open a dance club called "Club Iron." Or a gym. That could work, too.

My grandfather left this world today, but he is still alive in our hearts and memories. Please leave your Popisms or memories about Pop in the comments.