I invested some time in my daughter today. Her Human Hereditary and Evolution class required a trip to the Museum of Man in San Diego’s Balboa Park. I went along to keep her company, unplug for a while and enjoy the beauty of Balboa Park.
The exhibit she was studying dealt with human evolution. I’m not uninterested in the subject, but after two hours, I had consumed more than I cared about the ancestry of our species. The most interesting part dealt with the future evolution of man. We already have battery-operated mechanical hearts, cochlear implants and hip replacements. Why not install upgrades, like Lee Majors in The Six Million Dollar Man. “Gentlemen, we can rebuild him. We have the technology.”
Robo-sapiens. Personally, I’d dig a few upgrades. But I digress.
After two hours of milling about the museum, I’d had my fill. We bought a book that went along with the exhibit, and headed to downtown’s Gas Lamp Quarter for lunch. The weather was warm and sunny, so we ate outdoors. Afterwards, I continued my good father role, smiling and practicing my patience as she shopped for clothes at Nordstroms. Thankfully she’s picky; the excursion only cost me a pair of earrings.
It was a beautiful day. Note to self: I must repeat, often.