The second half of day two in Idaho was just as boffo and lively as the first half. Mrs. G, Melanie and the kids finished a puzzle and then went and had pizza for lunch. As they were sitting waiting for their food, a group of older, somewhat disheveled men came into the restaurant and sat at the table across from them. Ellie, 7, leaned over to Mrs. G, gently elbowed her and said, "Looks like there's some boy action over there." A girl after Mrs. G's own heart. Mrs. G. is pretty sure Ellie will be her assistant Mancake editor in 18 years or so.
In Boise, the library is an EXCITING place to be. It's not just the library, it's the LIBRARY!
After lunch, Mrs. G. and the gang headed to the zoo. Faced with Jimmy and Ellie's no-nonsense, let's get to it demands, the butterfly house was their first stop.
Jimmy spent an achingly long time standing patiently and as still as a statue, waiting for a butterfly to land on him. One finally did.
He took the whole enterprise very, very seriously.
Then it was Ellie's turn. Score!
Melanie warned Mrs. G. that past visits had resulted in her being covered by butterflies. Within seconds of walking in the door, this is what happened. Melanie is the butterfly whisperer. The truth is, she's not too crazy about them landing on her, especially near her face and head, but she was a good sport though Mrs. G. could tell she was just shy of calling them winged bastards and shooing them away in bat-in-your-hair fashion, without waiting for the mandatory aid and assistance of volunteers who walk the perimeter of the enclosure and apparently specialize in proper butterfly removal.
Melanie used the butterfly reference sheet as a face and head guard.
Mrs. G. couldn't see this big beauty on her head, but she could feel it. It felt like a fluttering fascinator.
Last stop: Prison.
It was a great day at the zoo.
Mrs. G. in front of the...
Idaho Capitol building. She loves the stars on the ceiling.
Mr. G, Mrs. G. took this picture for you. It's on a wall which is part of public art project known as Freak Alley.
It's really cool.
A few derfs in Freak Alley.
Boise has a thriving Basque community and Melanie insisted on taking Mrs. G. out for a Basque specialty called croquetas. Mrs. G. ate one and wanted to make out with the rest of them. Croquetas taste like lightly fried balls of mashed potatoes and gravy. You heard right -- lightly fried balls of mashed potatoes and gravy. Mrs. G's love for them was so fervant, afire, she now refers to them as coquettas. They're little, light and fluffy seducers.
Kitty Gigantica meets kiddie bitty.
So long, Idahome...until we meet again.