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#JusJoJan – Compelled

I must write this “jot” today (which is almost over!) rather hurriedly because I still have some things to do before tomorrow arrives. I am also compelled to say “Go Broncos!” because I am a Colorado resident, after all. Even though I am not really a football fan, it’s pretty exciting that the “home team” is going to the Superbowl. I maybe shouldn’t say anything, but my husband and I didn’t watch the game today. We went to the Sherlock Holmes exhibit at the Natural History Museum in Denver instead. First of all, we did record the game (which my husband is now watching). Secondly, it is one of the last weekends for the exhibit and we thought that maybe it wouldn’t be busy because everyone would be watching the game. We also hoped that we could eat dinner afterwards and not find out the results of the game. That turned out to be faulty logic on all sides.

 

Faulty logic #1: The museum was super-packed. Mostly with mom/kids. No offense to those of you  who are good parents, but as non-parents, we tend to get tired of hordes of kids at museums. Yes, there are some good parents (which I am sure includes all of you, mes chers lecteurs!) who really want their kids to learn from the museums, and who have also taught their kids good manners, (we saw a couple of these, and to them we say “thank you!”) but on the whole there are far more parents who see it as perfectly acceptable for their “little angels” to shove their way to the front of each display, push in front of other people to get the best view (instead of patiently waiting their turn to look) and put their hands all over anything within reach, all while talking very loudly in their “outdoor” voices. Parents who think that if their kid shouts “Excuse me” very loudly and insincerely, it is then ok to step on people’s feet and to go to the front of every line. Really, what is up with that? Make no mistake, there are just as many adults with poor museum manners. Like the (usually) women who will stand in a gaggle in front of a Van Gogh and talk very loudly about their neighbors new car and whether or not to have lunch at noon or at 1 o’clock. While ignoring the masterpiece in front of them. Which other people cannot now see or enjoy because of their social meeting. Gaah. They actually have coffee shops where such things are encouraged, did you know?

 

I get that some exhibits are more kid-friendly and “hands-on” but that does not mean that kids should run amok at these places. Honestly, this exhibit was about Sherlock Holmes, his deductive methods, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and the history of the creation of the great detective, a bit of forensic science, and it included a little mystery to “solve.” (That was the “hands-on” part.)  I’m not sure how we are supposed to make solving grisly murders, and the stories of a drug-using, violin playing detective into a mostly kid-thing, but there you go. That’s the way most things are these days. When I was a kid, there were “kid-things” and “adult things” and if you were a kid at an adult thing with your parents, you were expected to be quiet and respectful and stay out of the way. Now we have to have “kid areas” at every venue. If your accountant’s office doesn’t have a “play area” it is now considered wrong, somehow. I really don’t get it. Anyway, I am not sure why I was compelled to rant about museum manners. Sorry!  Do go see this exhibit if it comes your way. It was very interesting malgré tout.

 

Faulty logic #2:  Thinking that we could go have dinner and not learn the outcome of the football game. 1) It’s the playoff gamesilly! and 2) We were trying to have dinner in Denverwhere the game was being played, in the midst of the greatest concentration of Bronco fans in the country.  So we go to this diner that we had been recommended, talked to the hostess, and asked to be seated far away from the bar where we could not possibly see a TV. She was very accommodating, and we thought we had it made. The server came to the table and said, “Hi, how are you two? Great day, isn’t it, since we won!” Doh. She did feel bad when we told her that we didn’t know. But seriously, there were happy-looking people all over the place in blue and orange garb. If it had gone the other way, we’d have surely known that as well. What were we thinking? In any case, we came home, and my husband turned on the game which we had recorded using the app provided by DirectTV. Great! Except…he just came upstairs laughing because the recording had cut off just before the last play, which decided the game. Ah, the flaws of technology. Gotta love ’em.  I gave up and told him the score. Perhaps the last play is out there on You Tube somewhere if he feels that compelled to find it.

 

This post is for Linda G Hill’s #JusJoJan. 

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8 Responses to “#JusJoJan – Compelled”

  1. Bea dM

    Makes me feel ancient, but kids nowadays can really be a pain. It’s usually the children of those ladies who’ve mistaken the Van Gogh for a coffee shop poster. When’s the superbowl?

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  2. John Holton

    I think the image most people had of Sherlock Holmes was that of Basil Rathbone (the movies) or Ronald Howard (from the 1954 TV series). I think Jeremy Brett was the first one to play him as the character was written. He was an amazing Holmes…

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    • jetgirlcos

      I have a giant yellow book of Sherlock Holmes stories that my mom gave me; it was hers when she was young. I think there were drawings in it and that was my first image of SH.

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