watching people watching pictures

I love to go to art museums alone.  Sometimes I get lonely, when it's time to have a cappuchino in the cafe -- so much better with husband, friends or kids -- but when it's time to wander and soak it in, I like to feel like I'm almost invisible.

Last night, I went to the Met.  I wanted to watch the people watching the art, since I just saw some great photos of that....somewhere.  Forgot my camera, but had my new little iphone.  It's not the same as my camera, not even close, but it's okay to play with.

First, pictures of people looking at paintings that matched their outfits.  I am going to go back and explore this idea further.  It was surprisingly easy to find, and it amused me to no end.  I love having a little mission in mind.

 

In this case, it matched her hair.

 

Next, a little hipstomatic time with the Greeks.  (they might have been Romans -- I didn't read the tags). I'm imagining the sculpters enticing the young models to take off their clothes for the session.  It may have been like an ancient casting couch.

here's how it is today.

We're home from Maine (back on Friday) and it's very quiet.  Max & Alex are at camp through July 23rd (4 weeks) and it's strange, but kind of nice and kind of sad.  We got the chance to talk to them yesterday though, and they sounded very busy and happy while we were mostly doing chores around here and reading and taking walks -- things that make the boys crazy.  They get to choose their weekly schedule and I had to laugh that Alex chose snorkeling.  In a lake.  Yuck. Why not go for waterskiing?  I don't know.  His favorite thing, of course, is riflery.  He enclosed some folded up, shot-up targets in his one letter home.  

Max was teary when we left him, but he sounded much better, didn't mention coming home.  Though he did suddenly sound a little desperate when we said we'd speak in a week.  I do write them daily, which we all like.  It's really kind of fun, writing to your kids. I put stickers in for their trunks and hunt for dorky postcards and dumb greeting cards that they think are funny and usually I wouldn't buy.  Max asked for a larger memory card for his camera.  And he was gearing up for a huge game of Stealth (sort of like ghost in the grave yard or nighttime hide & seek) that night.

Jack is adjusting quite well to his solo gig, I think.  He really enjoys being the only child and having free reign over the computer and choice of tv show.  I think he's enjoying his break from attending everyone else's lessons/games/shows/practices.  He's still asleep right now (his bedtime has inched later) but when he wakes up - ha! camp starts for him today. I think it's a good thing we didn't have an only child.  I think we would be too indulgent to be good at it.

 My life went from hysterically mad in June to nice and slow in July with a whiplash speed.  Now I'm having trouble revving up again.  As you can imagine, I have put together quite a list of things I will accomplish while the boys are away.  So far, I've checked off "unpack."

my besties

24 Years ago, or so, I met my best friends.  We didn't click on the same day, we kind of tumbled together and stuck through four years of college.  I remember those days so fondly it sometimes aches.  We did crazy things and we had each other's backs like nobody's business.  Most of all, we laughed and really, we just loved each other.  I now see these girls (they will always be girls) once a year, when I'm lucky.  We email and talk, but not all that often.  The great world spins.  We hang on.  

This year, we met in New Orleans, LA for a four day weekend.  One of us couldn't make it (the past decade has been dotted with pregnancies, babies -- those things that keep you home) but she will always be there in spirit.

For four days, we regressed. Counseled.  Laughed.  Cried (that was only me, I think) and of course sang, danced and caroused until the wee hours.  We are a lot of fun, doncha know.

These are my besties.