Last Weekend
On Saturday, I slept a bit later than I usually do and later than I intended to. After I finally got up, I tried to do homework between processing loads of wash but wasn’t terribly successful.
Kris & I packed our bags to go to Louisville for the weekend and left around 3:00. Kris had to go to an art museum sometime this semester for her Art Appreciation class and since she had promised a friend at the Concordia College that she would attend their performance when they come to Louisville, she decided that she would catch both the same weekend and since the motto around our place seems to be “All for one and one for all” I had to go along. (Not that I would have missed the Concordia Choir performance, but the art museum??? Blah!)
Before heading to Louisville, we stopped at the university to catch the WKU/Bradley basketball game. It wasn’t a particularly spectacular game but fun anyway. After the game, we headed for Louisville and got there is a fairly prompt fashion.
On Sunday, as tempted as I was to just sleep as long as I could, Kris rousted me out of bed so we could get dressed and then try to catch a bit of homework before going to the art museum which had a scheduled tour at 12:30. I moseyed around getting ready and by the time I was ready to sit down and get some reading done, it was time to leave for the museum. Could it have been a bit of subconscious procrastination? Very likely…knowing how I love to do homework.
After checking out, we went in search of a good restaurant for breakfast/lunch, hoping for a place that serves breakfast 24/7. We came upon a Cracker Barrel and decided it was just the place we were looking for. Kris pulled into the parking lot and only one pass through changed our minds. After we took the one-hour time change into account, it was just the time that people were getting out of church and the place was packed. We settled for Arby’s.
After lunch, we made our way to the U of L campus and found the art museum with little trouble. With more than just a little sarcastic muttering on my part, we locked the car and went into the museum. We were about 45 minutes too early for the guided tour, so after checking with the lady at the front desk and finding out that admission is free except in the special western-themed display in the basement, then the lady added “except for students.” Okay, I like free.
As we went to enter the art area, a little old lady with entirely too much coral-colored lipstick on stopped us and told us that we had to hang our jackets in the coatroom because “you can’t carry them.” We hung our jackets in the coatroom and then decided that since the western display was free anyway, we would just get our tickets before heading into the bowels of the museum. We got the tickets to the display in the basement and went to become thoroughly cultured.
After wandering through the first gallery, we were stopped by one of the many “guards.” She saw that Kris was taking notes and inquired as to whether she was using a pen or pencil. Kris told her it was a pen. The lady told her that rather than let her go on and have someone turn her back further into the museum, she would need to go back to the front desk and get a couple of little pencils. She was nice enough about it but didn’t bother to go into detail as to why the rule exists. She told us to get a Picture Rules card while we were at it anyway so Kris wouldn’t break any of those while she was taking pictures.
So back we went and got the pencils and the rules. We then retraced our steps and about two galleries later we found the painting that Kris decided to do her paper on. Now it was truly art and a person could tell that there was talent involved. I could make some of the abstract pieces myself, I think. It was a painting of flowers and fruits. Now, I don’t really care for pictures like that but this one had such amazing attention to detail and such vibrant colors that it was truly beautiful.
Kris started taking pictures and we were studying the picture and pointing to different features when there came another guard. “Ladies,” she said. “I know you’re not touching the painting but from over there [across the room], I can’t tell that. Please step back from the painting a bit.” Sigh. So we stepped back.
After viewing all of the art upstairs, we went to the basement and used our tickets to get into the western-themed show. For the most part, I found it incredibly boring, certainly not worth the $8 they wanted to charge.
Kris finally took mercy upon me and we left the museum. We drove around for a while looking for a Barnes & Noble type place to read some of our homework assignments but couldn’t find one. We finally resorted to getting drinks from Starbucks and driving to a mall and sitting in the car in the parking lot.
I read Intruder in the Dust for awhile but couldn’t seem to stay awake, so I lay my seat back partially, got my fuzzy blanket, and took about an hour nap. Kris tried to accuse me of moaning in my sleep, but I think it was a tactic to try to embarrass me into waking up. But if by some off chance I did moan, I’m sure I was dreaming about my literature class.
After Kris finished her book, we went to Panera Bread for supper, taking our books inside to read while we ate. I was incredibly adventurous and tried a smoked turkey panini with a “dried tomato ale mustard” on it. The tomato thing was almost enough to make me cancel the sandwich but I braved it anyway. The sandwich was okay but I think it’ll be a long time before I go back to the restaurant, too many foreign things on the menu. Well, as luck would have it, the restaurant, being attached to the mall, closed while we were inside, so we just had to chow down and then leave instead of lingering and reading.
After leaving the restaurant, we drove around some more and finally killed enough time that it was time to go to the church to listen to the Concordia Choir. We entered the church and were standing there looking for just the right spot to sit when we spotted, What was this?, Mennonites in the audience. We quickly figured out that is was my boss's brother Michael, his wife and child, and a cousin, so we went and sat with them. It was interesting to watch their faces as we entered their pew; not many people will drive 2 ½ hours one way to see a choir sing.
The Concordia College Choir has some magnificent sound. It was a great program and it was absolutely inspiring. I hope that someday I can be a part of a group that sings with even a little of that quality.
We got home a little after 11:00. It was a nice change of pace but the homework…
Kris & I packed our bags to go to Louisville for the weekend and left around 3:00. Kris had to go to an art museum sometime this semester for her Art Appreciation class and since she had promised a friend at the Concordia College that she would attend their performance when they come to Louisville, she decided that she would catch both the same weekend and since the motto around our place seems to be “All for one and one for all” I had to go along. (Not that I would have missed the Concordia Choir performance, but the art museum??? Blah!)
Before heading to Louisville, we stopped at the university to catch the WKU/Bradley basketball game. It wasn’t a particularly spectacular game but fun anyway. After the game, we headed for Louisville and got there is a fairly prompt fashion.
On Sunday, as tempted as I was to just sleep as long as I could, Kris rousted me out of bed so we could get dressed and then try to catch a bit of homework before going to the art museum which had a scheduled tour at 12:30. I moseyed around getting ready and by the time I was ready to sit down and get some reading done, it was time to leave for the museum. Could it have been a bit of subconscious procrastination? Very likely…knowing how I love to do homework.
After checking out, we went in search of a good restaurant for breakfast/lunch, hoping for a place that serves breakfast 24/7. We came upon a Cracker Barrel and decided it was just the place we were looking for. Kris pulled into the parking lot and only one pass through changed our minds. After we took the one-hour time change into account, it was just the time that people were getting out of church and the place was packed. We settled for Arby’s.
After lunch, we made our way to the U of L campus and found the art museum with little trouble. With more than just a little sarcastic muttering on my part, we locked the car and went into the museum. We were about 45 minutes too early for the guided tour, so after checking with the lady at the front desk and finding out that admission is free except in the special western-themed display in the basement, then the lady added “except for students.” Okay, I like free.
As we went to enter the art area, a little old lady with entirely too much coral-colored lipstick on stopped us and told us that we had to hang our jackets in the coatroom because “you can’t carry them.” We hung our jackets in the coatroom and then decided that since the western display was free anyway, we would just get our tickets before heading into the bowels of the museum. We got the tickets to the display in the basement and went to become thoroughly cultured.
After wandering through the first gallery, we were stopped by one of the many “guards.” She saw that Kris was taking notes and inquired as to whether she was using a pen or pencil. Kris told her it was a pen. The lady told her that rather than let her go on and have someone turn her back further into the museum, she would need to go back to the front desk and get a couple of little pencils. She was nice enough about it but didn’t bother to go into detail as to why the rule exists. She told us to get a Picture Rules card while we were at it anyway so Kris wouldn’t break any of those while she was taking pictures.
So back we went and got the pencils and the rules. We then retraced our steps and about two galleries later we found the painting that Kris decided to do her paper on. Now it was truly art and a person could tell that there was talent involved. I could make some of the abstract pieces myself, I think. It was a painting of flowers and fruits. Now, I don’t really care for pictures like that but this one had such amazing attention to detail and such vibrant colors that it was truly beautiful.
Kris started taking pictures and we were studying the picture and pointing to different features when there came another guard. “Ladies,” she said. “I know you’re not touching the painting but from over there [across the room], I can’t tell that. Please step back from the painting a bit.” Sigh. So we stepped back.
After viewing all of the art upstairs, we went to the basement and used our tickets to get into the western-themed show. For the most part, I found it incredibly boring, certainly not worth the $8 they wanted to charge.
Kris finally took mercy upon me and we left the museum. We drove around for a while looking for a Barnes & Noble type place to read some of our homework assignments but couldn’t find one. We finally resorted to getting drinks from Starbucks and driving to a mall and sitting in the car in the parking lot.
I read Intruder in the Dust for awhile but couldn’t seem to stay awake, so I lay my seat back partially, got my fuzzy blanket, and took about an hour nap. Kris tried to accuse me of moaning in my sleep, but I think it was a tactic to try to embarrass me into waking up. But if by some off chance I did moan, I’m sure I was dreaming about my literature class.
After Kris finished her book, we went to Panera Bread for supper, taking our books inside to read while we ate. I was incredibly adventurous and tried a smoked turkey panini with a “dried tomato ale mustard” on it. The tomato thing was almost enough to make me cancel the sandwich but I braved it anyway. The sandwich was okay but I think it’ll be a long time before I go back to the restaurant, too many foreign things on the menu. Well, as luck would have it, the restaurant, being attached to the mall, closed while we were inside, so we just had to chow down and then leave instead of lingering and reading.
After leaving the restaurant, we drove around some more and finally killed enough time that it was time to go to the church to listen to the Concordia Choir. We entered the church and were standing there looking for just the right spot to sit when we spotted, What was this?, Mennonites in the audience. We quickly figured out that is was my boss's brother Michael, his wife and child, and a cousin, so we went and sat with them. It was interesting to watch their faces as we entered their pew; not many people will drive 2 ½ hours one way to see a choir sing.
The Concordia College Choir has some magnificent sound. It was a great program and it was absolutely inspiring. I hope that someday I can be a part of a group that sings with even a little of that quality.
We got home a little after 11:00. It was a nice change of pace but the homework…
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