First Impression(ism)

Thursday morning…..What a crappy day it started out to be.I got soaked just walking to the truck and I dropped my bag in a mud puddle.Nothing important, just my laptop, etc. Pouring down rain, too ridiculous to try to run, so I headed into San Antonio earlier than scheduled with plans to take Grand-Moye (MIL) to the McNay Art Museum and to lunch. I waded through ankle deep pools of water to her apartment. She was frazzled about everything and I could totally relate. It took awhile but we located her safely hidden purse, wallet and keys, solved the mystery of her missing (stolen) wardrobe and braved the unappealing weather. I crammed the walker into the backseat, so it wouldn’t get any wetter or worse yet, bounce out of the back of the truck onto the highway. We parked and slogged with umbrella and walker into the door of the new Modern wing of the art museum. Herds of school children careened past us causing me to sigh knowing that my field trip days are gone. All gloom and watered down sorrow dissolved as soon as we walked up to the first amazing impressionist painting. Focusing on American artists from the 1870’s to 1930, the exhibit was wittingly displayed alongside photography from 1845 to 1945. “This is cool!” Grand Moye was beaming. We poured over the 26 exquisite works of art and the photographs that were examples of vintage processing techniques that we had never heard of. We reminisced about our days spent in the darkroom and how Daddy Bub has bestowed his love of photography to all of his children and grandchildren. We could have stayed all day and when it was time to leave, we vowed to return soon and often. Lunch was long overdue. We pigged out with tortilla soup and Caesar salad while we talked about other galleries and museums that we planned to check out.The Greenhouse would be next. “Some people would think museums are boring, but not me” she laughed. What a perfect day it turned out to be, I thought as I left her content,renewed and looking forward to happily ever after. Art can really heal the heart!


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