...nothing really happened. To think I used to long for quiet days.
The kids complained about outdoor activities (!?) Sunday, despite the fall bonuses of pumpkins, autumn flowers, and arts and crafts at our favorite outdoor place. It was hot. So instead we went to the art museum. People had their Very Civil hats on there, so it was quite refreshing to do a polite ballet with other patrons in the museum. No one seemed to be impatient with me being there. I noticed I was saying, "Sorry," a lot when someone moved, and I wondered, "why am I saying that?" Not the best choice of words. I think I made people nervous when I would edge up next to them to see a picture, but I can get an few inches from someone without bumping them, at the same distance other people would. I'm not sure if they felt they should move over a little or if they were worried I would bump them or both.
Anyone else remember that musical piece by Mussorgsky, "Pictures at an Exhibition?" Genius piece.
I whispered to my daughter what a blessing the scooter is, this scooter. She nodded. A year ago I would not have been able to see these paintings. Just over a year ago I was spending a lot of time lying down on benches in a science museum as the kids went from exhibit to exhibit. My sister-in-law said, "you need a wheelchair."
The exhibit was awesome, the best I've seen in this lifetime, painting after painting I've only seen in books, not obscure work. Even the paintings that were a little more obscure were ones I have studied. I wouldn't mind going again, though the drive created a lot of pain.
There were only a couple of children despite the huge crowds. I was glad my son was quite happy as soon as we handed him an audio tour guide. I think my daughter gained much from the collection too.