You're Only As Old As You Feel

Yesterday was Part Two of this year's birthday celebration.  Hubby Tony, Sons Brian and Donald, and DIL Nicole (Son Tony wasn't able to come in from Arizona) joined me for lunch at Crown Candy Kitchen. After that we played at the City Museum.

It's impossible to describe the City Museum in just a few words. Wikipedia  calls it an "eclectic mixture of children's playground, funhouse, surrealistic pavilion, and architectural marvel." The museum is in a former warehouse building and contains many repurposed architectural and industrial objects.  Unlike most museums, at the City Museum you're encouraged to touch, climb on, and play in the exhibits.

Even the weather got into the spirit of my birthday celebration. It was a beautiful day to be out; sunny and mid-50s, a far cry from just seven days earlier when we had frigid temperatures and ten inches of snow. 

During our visit we saw culture high and low in the Architecture Museum, Natural History Room, and Beatnik Bob’s, a tribute to the carnival midway.  (The world's largest pair of underwear is on display there). We also stopped at the Shoelace Factory, which has a collection of working vintage shoelace machines.

However, we did active things, too.  We climbed up and slid down the skate ramps, half pipes, and basins in the Skateless Park, and went down a couple of awesomely tall slides.  Some of us ventured through the Enchanted Caves, a large labyrinth of tunnels.  Eventually we all ended up outside at MonstroCity, a playground built from things like wrought iron, rebar, stone turrets, old trolleys, and airplane fuselages.  Son Donald and I started climbing and eventually made it to the highest point, four stories above the ground!

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At bedtime last night my back and knees hurt. I also had a bump on my head from banging it on a lowhanging ridge. I took some Advil and smeared analgesic on the offending achy areas.   When I woke up this morning I still had sore body parts, but it felt like a good ache...a positive soreness from exercised muscles. Even as more spots cropped up over the course of the day (my glutes, quads, and biceps all told me they'd worked harder than they're used to) I tried to tell myself they were from good activity...not because I was a year older.

Five years ago today: The End