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• Baby's Magic Bust

  Imagine Woodstock without the sex or drugs, but with a rockin' cafeteria.  Well, that's the new Woodstock 60's museum at Bethel Woods in a nutshell.  There's no permissiveness, it's totally clean and instead of having to call in the National Guard, I am told I'd need to ring up the PR department to see if I can be allowed to take any pictures inside the museum.     Here's a one-minute video mix of our entire museum experience, albeit without any of the actual museum because they told me not to take photos or video and I am a good girl.  Ah well.  The best part of the museum for Hugo was a painted bus you can sit in to watch a video.  I didn't watch the video and neither did my babe.  He was just so excited to get to sit in the driver's seat of a REAL BUS and turn the wheel and finger the non-working yet thrilling 8-track deck. Of course, he had a 10-second crank when I told him we had to leave to bus at some point before sundown and a 30-second meltdown when we really had to say sayonara to the bus. The best part of the museum for me was the lunch I enjoyed afterwards in the sunshine that was from the aforementioned cafeteria.  Actually I enjoyed it for about a nanosecond until Hugo deployed some sort of massively powerful baby traction beam that locked onto and sucked away my entire quiche.  As his quiche-ectomy on me was after he had downed the sandwich and berries I had packed for him, I was mighty impressed. Since you didn't ask, in general, I think the museum was absurd.  But there were all these conservative-looking oldies in bermuda shorts who were hushed and reverential and even a few totally loving it in an over-the-top way.  For some of them, it was as if they'd never heard of the 60's after it happened which is only possible if you've been locked in a basement by a psycho Austrian for the past few decades.  But no, there were two attractive but weathered middle-aged blondes who were freaking out over every song they could listen to on the headphones and every clip they played of Camelot.  How nice for them. Am I jealous?  Hells yeah!  My generation is sandwiched in between the Boomers and the dang Millennials and we are the size of a flea fart.  Aint no one making a museum for us. Phoo.  Anyway, I love the geographical area the museum/performing arts center is in so I want it to succeed, even if I'm still not over the fact that you can't pack a picnic to listen to a concert on their lawn or take pics in the museum, etc. etc.  PS For more on Bethel Woods my man wrote an excellent article about the opening concert we attended in 2006.  Posted Jul 02 2008, 10:12 PM by Susie Felber with | with 3 comment(s) Filed under: sullivan county, bethel woods, magic bus, baby museum, 60's museum, woodstock, quiche, boomers, millennials

• Country Mouse

  First a picture of Hugo (l) and Stan (r) having a chat about our bumper crop this past fall.  Then we'll get onto talking about the here and now and all...   OK, so Stan the dog is still sick and we've still no idea what's going on.  Concentrating is hard.  Sonogram is Wednesday.  One moment I'm convinced he's dying and the next I tell myself it's just a bad tooth and once the antibiotics kick in... But he's still not really eating so the vet said no more antibiotics for now and -- Oi.  I'm just going to refrain from telling you our dog's entire medical history, tempted as I am to do just that.  My mom has been calling about 50 X/day desperate to hear, "How Stan is now?  Or now? And how about, right NOW?" And I act annoyed but I'm actually thrilled someone cares about this messy mutt as much as I do. Below is a video taken yesterday in the country. It was a brief respite from dog worries as when Stan is out, he seems to perk up and somehow he's "full of the joys of spring" as my man says. Thanks for watching Web dears. See you tomorrow. Lots of xoxo, Susie Posted Apr 28 2008, 10:51 PM by Susie Felber with | with 1 comment(s) Filed under: baby, dog, catskills, antibiotics, everyone i know is sick, stan, dog off his food, sullivan county, fear of death, illness