Royal Alberta Museum

It was a gorgeous sunny day. We tried to get moving a little earlier this morning; most days we are up around 10 or 11 and eating breakfast at noon. I rousted Eric out of bed to buy breakfast items and made a huge fruit salad while Tara made chocolate chip and banana pancakes. That way we had more of the day to work with.

Eric, Maya and I spent a few hours at the local 'Alberta' museum, with a natural history section, a bit about dinosaurs, and a great exhibit about the aboriginal people. Tara was not interested in going, and stayed home to work on her guitar (which she named 'Luka') and take a walk. Eric and I took a long walk once home. Maya is fighting a cold and we decided that she would stay home. We had invited my parents for a meal out at the 'High Level Diner', a student hangout when I was at university and still popular with students. Tara arranged to meet a friend nearby on Whyte Avenue, so we dropped her off for the evening, got Maya back home to movie and bed, and Eric and I went to another movie which we did not enjoy all that much (The Fighter). We were in horrible trouble after we picked Tara up at the Tim Hortons on Whyte and arrived home to a house in uproar. My mother and father were up with Maya and worried that we had run into some sort of disaster. Perhaps they forgot that we had told them that we would pick Tara up at midnight. I had mistakenly called them from my cell at 12:03 and they had heard faint conversation (my phone was in my purse) and were sure that we were in trouble. Maya told us they had been up for hours worrying. Whew! Seems that going out feels natural and fun for us, but causes all sorts of concern for my mother. I feel like a teenager coming home late from a date.