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Friday, February 15, 2008

Both/And


My plan was to go to the city today and hit a museum or two. Then the phone rang. There was a desperate need for a bridge substitute ("the whole day will be spoiled if you don't come"). So, feeling grumpy and manipulated, I capitulated. In truth, I had a perfectly good time and a tasty lunch (of the country club sort) and a chance to catch up with friends I hadn't seen in a while.


But the good part was this: I was home by four, and realized that I had plenty of time to make the 4:30 train to the city. Plus, Friday night (I remembered) is free night at the MOMA (courtesy of Target, which is a very nice thing). I'd heard it could be a zoo, but - why not see for myself?
True, there was a crowd, but it wasn't a problem. My main objective was to see the special Lucian Freud exhibition, and it was just as spectacular as I'd hoped. There is an excellent on-line version (at the link) as well, but seeing things in the flesh is always even better.
And did I mention that the subway guy asked for my ID when I requested my senior fare? When I reached for the Medicare card he said never mind - but it made my day!

1 Comments:

Blogger sukipoet said...

Wonderful. Sounds like a fun life you are living now. Just to suddenly decide at 4 to hop on the train, so serendipitous. Love Lucian Freud. And do you know his daughter writes lovely novels too. Quiet for the most part.

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