Art appreciation
Jan. 8th, 2005 04:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jere7myWalk backwards through time again to Sunday, when I met Miriam at her sister's apartment in Philly for very tasty blueberry pancakes (thank you, Sarah!) and a trip to the art museum. It took, all in all, two buses and the el and a taxi and the R3 to move me and us where we needed to be; I listened to my iPod for the times when I was alone, and reflected yet again that the Star Wars soundtrack can make even a train ride seem like a daring adventure: every crumpling, rusted industrial site is a back street of Tatooine or a secret rebel base, and I am watching them hurtle past from the window of a Blockade Runner or Imperial Shuttle.
I actually convinced Miriam to spend some time looking at medieval art, and (I think) lent her a little appreciation for the wacky Christian imagery they employed; when Elizabeth has teleported baby Jesus out of Mary's womb and He hovers, glowing, over the straw and wood of the manger, you know you've got something there. We particularly liked the period rooms they have set up, and spent a bit of time imagining the lives that might have been lived there, amongst the elaborate dark wood carvings and beneath the painted ceilings. (We both marveled at the drummer-boy merman hanging from the ceiling of one, the flukes of his tail fashioned from elk antlers. If only I were an art thief, that would be my first score. I can only assume they would thank me.) Miriam oohed and aahed at the ancient manuscripts, bolting from my side whenever she scented one; we both drooled over the edged weapons and crossbows, and discovered we have similar taste in nudes.
It was a very nice afternoon, my heart buoyed having her beside me, and I kept glancing over to see her smiling back at me. My one regret is that we had no time to sit by ourselves and chat and cuddle; all our time was spent in public, in motion. Realizing this, and realizing that it would be five months or so before I saw her again, I became sad and withdrawn in the cab back to Sarah's, and it was an unfortunately bleak leavetaking when I stepped back onto the sleety streets alone. Then, once back at Swat, I was rushed off to dinner with K. and Larry and Megan and Justin and Kathy and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flammifera and Tom P., where I sort of moped into my Thai iced tea and didn't say very much. flammifera was pleasantly snuggly with me afterward, though, which raised my spirits a bit; thanks, J!
The period between Sunday and Thursday was sort of a blur of grumping and technical assistance for my mom, so let us declare it Covered. On the other hand, "Christmas" morning with Kendra was lovely, and I did receive the extended RotK and a nifty set of cookware from my mom, and I did build several splendid fires; it was not all tribulations.
I actually convinced Miriam to spend some time looking at medieval art, and (I think) lent her a little appreciation for the wacky Christian imagery they employed; when Elizabeth has teleported baby Jesus out of Mary's womb and He hovers, glowing, over the straw and wood of the manger, you know you've got something there. We particularly liked the period rooms they have set up, and spent a bit of time imagining the lives that might have been lived there, amongst the elaborate dark wood carvings and beneath the painted ceilings. (We both marveled at the drummer-boy merman hanging from the ceiling of one, the flukes of his tail fashioned from elk antlers. If only I were an art thief, that would be my first score. I can only assume they would thank me.) Miriam oohed and aahed at the ancient manuscripts, bolting from my side whenever she scented one; we both drooled over the edged weapons and crossbows, and discovered we have similar taste in nudes.
It was a very nice afternoon, my heart buoyed having her beside me, and I kept glancing over to see her smiling back at me. My one regret is that we had no time to sit by ourselves and chat and cuddle; all our time was spent in public, in motion. Realizing this, and realizing that it would be five months or so before I saw her again, I became sad and withdrawn in the cab back to Sarah's, and it was an unfortunately bleak leavetaking when I stepped back onto the sleety streets alone. Then, once back at Swat, I was rushed off to dinner with K. and Larry and Megan and Justin and Kathy and
flammifera and Tom P., where I sort of moped into my Thai iced tea and didn't say very much. flammifera was pleasantly snuggly with me afterward, though, which raised my spirits a bit; thanks, J!The period between Sunday and Thursday was sort of a blur of grumping and technical assistance for my mom, so let us declare it Covered. On the other hand, "Christmas" morning with Kendra was lovely, and I did receive the extended RotK and a nifty set of cookware from my mom, and I did build several splendid fires; it was not all tribulations.
