National Museum of Scotland Part 2

Another morning of trying to cancel things that are coming up and

 finding out how much money we might actually get back.  We can’t reach Hotels.com or EgyptAir by phone or internet and we are left calling individual properties to let them know that we can’t come.  It’s a depressing morning but with great pastries again.  Since we made the announcement that we’re coming home, we are realizing that there is no toilet paper in the stores at home.  We are realizing that there is hoarding of a

ridiculous nature going on and this is not happening here.  I can still walk in to any store on the street and find toilet paper and food, but still no hand sanitizer.  Why the stores at home aren’t stopping people from hoarding things is a mystery to me.  When someone

comes through the checkout with 20 cases of toilet paper, you tell them no.  How hard is that?  We’re thinking about filling our suitcases with toilet paper and selling it on what must be a black market at home.  Here, I can still walk in to Tesco, Greggs, and Lidl and

get their freshly made breads and pastries, which we have again for breakfast before heading out to the museum again today.  It’s too many floors to see in one day and we have a couple of hours, then a stop at the café, then a couple more hours there.  I’m in love

with the millennium clock, which John calls, “a Bosch painting come to life”.  Some artists created it to examine all the horrible things that had happened in the last 100 years to humanity and they didn’t pull any punches in their depictions.  The great sculpture

of the woman with a penis/demon coming out of her vagina is called “Pandora’s Box”.  And when this thing goes off every hour, there are tons of kids, families, and people surrounding it.  Another amazing view of how Americans have inherited the

Puritan creed that started our country and have never recovered.  Europe went through a period of covering groins and changing paintings, but then they quit.  We haven’t, which is probably why we feel the need to buy toilet paper when the shit hits the fan while

       Europeans don’t.  But I digress.  This clock is amazing and we watch it go off from downstairs, and an hour later from upstairs.  We love the furniture and technology sections, the view from the terrace of this museum and Oscar is having anxiety issues.  Mommy can’t remember to push (instead of pull)  the door of the bathroom we’re in, so he gets

scared that we’re locked in and starts to cry.  He complains about being sad and happy and tired all at the same time because of the end of the trip.  We have to tap out some things and talk about how his feelings are normal.  We head to Revolution for some late lunch and end up with great food and great coloring which Oscar and I engage in because it’s soothing.  We head back to the homestead and get started on the packing in

order to find out how bad it is.  When you can’t stand the sight of the clothes that you have worn nonstop for 60 days and your son has outgrown some of his, there is lots of room left in the suitcases even with our buying spree yesterday.  The only problem is a lot of

 souvenirs for others I was counting on getting in countries we haven’t gone to yet, so friends are going to suffer…but we can just bring them some toilet paper instead apparently….