dual personalities

Our quick trip to Mid-Missouri–although the drive there was in a rainy/snowy mix all the way–was short but super fun.

We went to the state capitol, Jefferson City, which looks like a movie set of  a small town.

We toured the capitol,

which was deserted on Saturday. We wandered around and saw our favorite murals.

Some nice guy unlocked the House lounge so we could see the Thomas Hart Benton murals.

Daughter #1 used her secret code to get us into the Supreme Court building and we checked out her office.

It was much nicer than she had led us to believe. I was glad to see that my favorite elephant planter had found a nice home there.

I was also happy to see that the 10 Commandments are still outside.

And also these guys.

It was a rather cold and bleak midwinter day.

But the sun came out and it cleared up around three o’clock. We took the OM back to daughter #1’s apartment to chillax (nap) and then we headed into bustling Columbia to check out a nice shop and the wine bar.

When we finally packed up and made our way home, daughter #1 made pesto and we watched those favorite Simpsons episodes I wrote about last week. We watched some Olympics and then turned in around 9:30 pm–par for the course.

We headed home on Sunday morning.

I finished re-reading Dead Man’s Walk by Larry McMurtry–not as good certainly as Lonesome Dove, but a good adventure story which held my interest. Woodrow Call and Augustus McCrae fighting off hostile Indians is quite diverting in 2018 and I may read more in that genre. I need diversion.

Also diverting are the wee babes who came over on Sunday night. The wee laddie was a little under the weather with a cough and runny nose,

Pappy has a grip on the wee laddie.

but that didn’t slow him down much. He reunited with his old friends the handles on the highboy.

Who said, “The vandals took the handles”?

Little Lottie was on the go as well.

They chased each other around the dining room and under the table. They ate meatloaf. We listened to their favorite song–“In the Bleak Midwinter”–such nascent Episcopalians.

Good times. Now we’re off to the salt mine again. Have a good week!