Tuesday

Tuesday's are kind of a slow days because they are interrupted with classes, of all things. Somehow, I managed to be an hour and a half late to class. I could make a good case as to why it wasn't my fault, but it was. Now I have a system where fellow-classmates and I confirm and verify so that I know what I am doing. I told them that this should be an encouragement. You, too, can be a doctoral student even if you are unable to read and correctly interpret an e-mail from you professor! Oh well, time to let it go.

When I did go to class, we went to the Grant Museum Zoology and Comparative Anatomy. This was not exactly my cup of tea as it contained something like 70,000 specimens which date back 170 years! Apparently when Robert Edmond Grant came to London to teach anatomy (Charles Darwin was one of his students), there were no specimens to use so he started his own collection. He was convinced, on his deathbed, to donate this collection to the University, where they are still used today. Again, not my thing, but interesting nonetheless!

From there we headed to the Wellborn Trust Museum's Dirt Exhibit. The full title of the Exhibit is "Dirt: The Filthy Reality of Everyday Life." Sounds appealing, huh? I didn't spend a lot of time there, but saw enough. London apparently had a real problem with dirt in their past. My professor told us that when she was here in the 1970's, she would have black stuff around her nose when she got home after being out for a day. And when she blew her nose, there was black in the tissue. Enough said.

My evening was topped off by going to "Blithe Spirit," which was vey funny. I am loving the variety of shows that are around town. A couple of interesting things around the theaters. First of all, no photographs are allowed. I understand this totally during a performance so as not to distract, but I am not sure I understand why you can't take pictures of the inside of the theaters. They are beautiful buildings? The other thing that is "cute" is that there are little Hagen Das ice cream carts that come out at intermission. The a little cup (like we used to eat as kids with a wooden flat spoon) cost 3 pounds, fifty. That is over $5.50!

I have finally accepted the fact that I am one who is able to just go to the theatre and enjoy the show, especially when I like the story. I am not a critic and will never be. I think that I am just too simple and I like it that way!