Captain’s Log 4,333
I have decided to make the docents who caused the trouble in Los Angeles write a letter of apology on behalf of the museum. I will write one too. I think forcing them to sign their names to an admission of guilt is an excellent idea. If they refuse and walk out, problem solved. Done. Badda bing. If you are a racist, sexist buffoon, the museum is no place for you!
Yesterday played out exactly as I had planned. I went out for errands with Big Sister Mia Farrow and then came home for hours of uninterrupted reading and relaxation. After a simple meal of boiled potatoes and cheese (what a gourmet), I settled in with Bill Bryson’s book about his trip to Kenya.
It didn’t have the magnificence of Isak Dinensen’s work, but it was only an 8-day journey. Apparently, they spent a good deal of time flying around in small planes and avoiding carjackers.
His primary focus was the community of Kibera, one of the largest slums in the world.
Over 170,000 people live in Kibera – a slum divided into 13 different communities. Mind boggling. These people survive each day on as much water as we use to flush a toilet once.
The book is very short. It was written as a fundraiser for CARE. Bryson donated his time and his writing, and the publisher takes no fee. It’s a good cause. Just too damn short! I really like Bryson!
I decided to read another travel book. It is also an online journal. You can find it on my right navigation bar under the name Bumfuzzle. It’s a fascinating journal. Go read! It’s also a book I downloaded to my Kindle. Two intrepid sailors from Minnesota (with almost zero sailing experience) embarked on a world journey in a sailboat they named Bumfuzzle. They have had two children since they began back in 2003. They are giving their children the experience of a lifetime – traveling the world by boat and staying in places long enough to experience the culture. Amazing opportunity. I would NOT like to sail with two small children, but I’m sure my feelings would be different if they were my kids.
Merry crew of Bumfuzzle. I wonder how old the kids will be when they settle back to life on land.
I have to make an appearance at the museum today but then I will be free to do laundry, eat strawberries, putter around in the garden, and read. Banner day for me.
