Spring Cleaning

The spring cleaning bug has bit. Yesterday, in addition to recuperation for my health, I cleaned out all the closets in my apartment. They entry way is almost full of boxes of stuff to donate, recycle, and throw away. Sunday the furniture was rearranged. Friday I finally cleaned my paint palette.

This dried paint covers everything from the painting I did for my coworker L almost two years ago, to J's 2010 Christmas present, and the world map.

Film: Being Elmo

I was looking through the list of documentaries I watched last year and just had to post about this one. I'm not exactly sure when I started exhibiting such a preference for documentaries over all other films. Perhaps it was a natural development from International Cinema days at the Y. But I watched a lot of documentaries last year. Which L, C, and K were kind enough to join or tolerate at different times.

Being Elmo might be one of my favorite movies ever. It really is amazing. I was not prepared for how amazing it would be, I expected to thoroughly enjoy it, but not to be totally blown away and touched by the story. If you ever have a chance to watch it - do.

Signs & Posters

 Final Railroad Museum post from our visit - I promise. Right up their with vintage produce signs - neon signs and travel posters. There is a section of wall in the Railroad Museum filled with old neon signs and posters for different destinations. Such fun. I even have one of the railroad posters they have on display - gotta get me a neon sign now...

Trains - Big Ones

I LOVE the Railroad Museum. I have great memories going there as a kid, it is fascinating. While T was visiting, we stopped in.

 Walking through the reflecting halls.

 The kitchen car - they have some hilarious mannequins.

 The mail car.

Love the paint job.

 Engine #1

About to get run over.

T gets her ticket.

They show a great little documentary you can watch in the theater before going into the museum. I'll admit  walking through the moving train simulation makes me slightly ill.

Next time I’m taking the tour guided by the little old man in coveralls. He seems a dream. While we were viewing one of the engines a visitor was speaking with one of the volunteers in the  engineer’s seat, they were discussing his time in Nam and how he went into North Vietnam with special ops and some CIA guys – it took everything I had to walk away from their conversation rather than stand there invasively listening.