We’re in Green Bay Wisconsin visiting Andy’s parents. Dykesville actually *snigger*. Vlad the Russian has been sent back to Colorado on a big, shiny, metal bird. Andy and I will be here until tomorrow afternoon, then back to my sister‘s house where we left the RV. We’ll be there for a few days where Andy will be doing some repairs to the gas tank fill tube. We’ll possibly buffing the faded baked stripes off the side. We have the special attachment to do it, but nothing to attach it to. If my brother-in-law has the part or knows someone who does, we’ll do it. I know, exciting stuff to read about. Then we’re going back through the suburbs of Chicago to say bye to my mom and maybe have dinner with Andy’s sister and family. We’ll go through Kansas to spend a night with Andy’s other sister and family. Then on to Denver to tie up some loose ends. Then, New Mexico for friends, Vegas, LA, Hawaii and Sacramento.

Sunday we moved the last of the big stuff out of the garage, played Scrabble and watched the Bears game. Andy ate three bites of a vegan rice crispy treat with some worms in it. It came from the “moth pantry”. Funny stuff, especially if you know Andy and his pickiness about food. Not that wanting your food absent of worms is picky.

Monday we went to the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago. Andy was so excited he was running around like a fourth grader. Which ironically was probably the last time we were there. I wasn’t so enthused about going after staying up late, getting up late and feeling like my brain was stuck to my skull. All I was thinking about was traffic, a swamped museum because of Columbus Day, the expense of parking and admission when we had already slept and lazed through most of the day. But watching his excitement, I couldn’t deny him the experience. I’m glad I mustered up the energy because it was a great time. And unexpectedly, a bonus of free admission because it was a holiday.

He remembers the chicken hatchery vividly, which I have no memory of. I remember the vertical slices of cadavers pressed in glass, which he has no memory of. We got to see both. The chicken hatchery was worth the whole trip. We saw two baby chicks actually peck their way out of their shells, flop around heart wrenchingly and dry into fluffy, cute babies. How can you see that with your kids and then go to McDonalds for McNuggets? I regretfully forgot my camera. I talked to my sister who said that we were lucky to actually see the chicks come out. She watched the hatchery for two hours and didn’t see one birth. She was stuck at the hatchery because she has a bum knee. My mom gave her Bob’s motorized cart to use, but forgot to charge it the night before. My sister said she drove it ten feet from the car and it died. In front of the hatchery was a available plug for charging the cart.