yesterday I went to see some dinosaurs
Yesterday, I took some family friends to see some dinosaur bones at the Tyrell Museum in Drumheller, Alberta.
The museum was busy. Our family friends have a kid. He had fun.
The landscape of that part of Alberta is interesting looking. Many fossils are found in Alberta.
I remember meeting some people who don’t believe in dinosaurs. Say the bones are planted by the government.
Honestly, the bones are pretty crazy looking so I can see where someone might think that.
Some of the dinosaurs are big. Others are small. All of them were dead.
It was hot yesterday. Got too much sun and not enough water.
The Edmonton Oilers lost to the Florida Panthers in the NHL Stanley Cup Playoffs. It was a blowout, not a great sports game to watch.
I like the games when they are closer.
Getting back from the museum we came home to a house full of cousins, aunts, uncles, and my grandparents. It feels really nice to be in a house full of family. It also feels a bit strange at times.
The family friends who visited I first met when I was 12. They are a few years older than me and now are a professional and married and working and have a kid.
My best friend from high school just had his first kid.
A younger cousin got married a few weeks ago. Another cousin closer in age gets married this weekend.
Parents get older. Grandparents age.
Why do I feel the same?
I’ve always had a good long term memory. I remember being 12 years old first meeting our friends. I don’t feel much different than that 12 year old boy all those years ago. I guess I am different.
I feel sometimes like the character in Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse V; I get detached in time. I’m the same person just visiting me at different points in the timeline of my life. Checking in, observing me and the people there and watching us all change from time point to time point.
We all do change. Sometimes subtly. Sometimes more abrupt.
The quote, “The only constant in life is change” has been on my mind the past few months. It feels more true now than ever.
I’m older. We all are older. The people who made the rules before suddenly don’t. Now I we make the rules. And you realize just how subjective those rules are. How biased they were. How quizzical. How important and how they are there not to make sense but to make connection and tradition and culture.
It’s strange this growing up. This getting older. Sometimes it’s fun and other times it feels like the ride goes a bit too fast.
I wonder if one day my bones will be in a dinosaur museum and kids will point and laugh and scream. And older people will walk by and think I wonder what this guy was like. I wonder what he dreamed. I wonder if he ever went and saw some dinosaurs with friends he met long ago when life was but a dream.