We scampered downtown aiming for the Bonnard exhibit at the Denver Art Museum. We gave up on that because, just before 1:00 when we arrove, the next available entry was at 2:40; plus the member's line was ridiculous: it issued tickets to members for the exhibit but also sold memberships--so the member's line was almost as long as the non-member's line. Meanwhile, will-call had no line--yet that volunteer couldn't assist at the other two lines, returning to his post when a will-call person showed up?. So we'll register on-line for a time next Sunday and pick up our tickets at will-call, which had better not have a line then either.
RDC wanted to try the Appaloosa Grill, where I went for lunch once with Trey. It was okay, but not okay enough to be open on Sunday and plus it didn't have outdoor seating. So instead we ate at Marlowe's, on the patio, in the just-warm-enough sun or the cloud-over-the-sun stiff breeze. I had a spinach, walnut, blue cheese, and duck salad. Yum.
The Museum of Contemporary Art is closed Sundays; the Byers-Evans house would close at 3:00 and it was 2:20. So we just went to the library.
Nisou and I talked yesterday and I told her I had just acquired Animals Dreams and Pigs in Heaven. She set me straight that Pigs is the sequel to Bean Trees, not Dreams, and I exclaimed in dismay, "You mean I have to read another book? Noooo."
The library didn't have Bean Trees though. But I got Jamaica Kincaid's Lucy and last year's Newbery A Single Shard and Creating the Not-So-Big House and When You Ride Alone You Ride with Bin Laden.
I think I should start flexing again. The sunlight is back; if I go to the gym for an hour then I work an extra hour, if not 30 minutes; and I can still have some time in the garden when I get home--as can Blake, if it's warm enough. "In the garden!" as the voice of Mrs. Craven said.
Oh! Yeah, absolutely: Tex out for two weeks means no daytime gym unless I drive or figure out someone else to mooch off, and I know CoolBoss won't be going either. Cool. On the 11th of April, then, I will start landscaping in the other half of the front yard.
Linda Sue Park's A Single Shard won the 2002 Newbery. It was the first time in several years I had never heard of the author and I came to this book with absolutely no expectations.
It was lovely. I really liked how she pulled back the curtain in the endnotes and spoke more about the pottery and explained some of the choices she made, altering or guessing at history. It reminded me a bit of Girl with a Pearl Earring in the inventing the background for a piece of art.