Clovis is one sick puppy. We think he probably ate something that has upset him. If you’ve ever had a Bassett hound, or really any dog I suppose, then you know they will eat anything they can find and the not being able to chew it is no problem. Very likely he found an old plum under the plum tree and went for it.
He was up most of the night going from bed to couch, couch to bed, trying to get comfortable. He threw up this morning and is sleeping now. Why is that throwing up always makes you feel better? I get that you’re expelling stuff that’s making you sick, but throwing up is so gross we all try to avoid it as much as possible. Clovis is currently sleeping deeply in the Victorian bedroom downstairs.
So the sick dog is why we’re staying home today instead of going to the Turner show at the de Young Museum in San Francisco. I still have another week off and we’re members so we can go on Tuesday.
Last week we binged on museums. We went to the Oakland Museum, which is one of the best ones in the Bay Area. Very under-rated. They have a terrific new nature floor, probably the best California history museum in the world on the second floor, and a darn good art collection, all California artists, on the third floor. We always have a good time there and usually come away having learned something.
If you’re a regular reader of this blog, and at least five or six of you out there are, you know I’m big on California history. While most of the Oakland Museum’s California history exhibit is permanent, they do have some rotating exhibits so there’s always something new for me to see. They have this very cool room featuring an array of large display boxes that they let people in the state decorate to show their experience of living in California. It’s always fun and interesting and often very moving. This time there was one featuring six tiny television sets, each showing an important news event from the last 60 years. The first three had just the news footage while the second three had the news footage with closed captioning. The man who made the exhibit said this exhibit shows what it was like to be deaf before and after the advent of closed captioning on television.
Last Tuesday we binged on The Contemporary Jewish Museum, The Yerba Buena Center for the Arts and The American Bookbinding Museum, all three in one busy day. It was loads of fun and all free on the first Tuesday of the month. Some pictures of what we saw:
I will embarrass you if you go to a museum with me. People are usually so quiet and respectful at museums you’d think they were in church. While I am quiet in church, at the museum I will freely and openly express my opinion of the work on display whether I like it or not. This often produces reactions from the people around me. I’m not rude about it, but free speech, baby. I’m talking. When I figure out something not everyone else has, I like to tell them about it, too. C.J. says this is the teacher in me acting the field-trip tour guide. At the Contemporary Jewish Museum I pointed out the sound domes over some of the artwork. If you stand under them you can hear the soundtrack that goes with the piece. I think that’s really cool, but not everyone appreciated hearing about it from me. At the Oakland Museum I encourage people to go into the small room with all the house hold items on the wall because it had an electric piano in it that you could program to play each item. You could set it for dish pans and every key play the sound of a dish pan being struck to hit that particular note. How fun is that? People should know about it. So I told some young people about it, they went into the room, and laughter was soon heard. I think the Jewish Contemporary Museum gets a lot of serious hipsters while the Oakland Museum gets a wider range of more local folks out for a good time.
Meantime, Beau the cat has finally started to wander out of the library where he has been living for the past six months. If the dogs are outside, he’ll go into the bedroom and join whoever is there reading or listening to the radio. This morning, he came in, hopped on the bed and starting giving me those little feed me cat nudges I’ve heard so much about. While I did have to get out of bed and feed him eventually, it was just so darn cute that I didn’t mind. This is the first time he’s done it so we have a few more weeks before the cute wears off. So now he’s up to two of the six rooms on the main floor of the house. Progress.