You never know...

 ... my Dad took us all to the MFA today and it was a poignant reminder to me how you just never know what's going to strike you.  I predictably enjoyed the Van Gogh focus in the special exhibit and the Picasso's in their permanent collection.  But I was sailing through a room of Winslow Homer (never one who especially stuck me in the past) when I saw the "Gloucester Mackerel Fleet at Sunset".  Suddenly I was unexpectedly transfixed and teleported.  (I thought of how Christopher Reeve fell in love with a woman from another time by looking at her portrait in "Somewhere in Time")

I felt like I was looking at a memory of my own that was somehow made manifest on the wall.  Of course it wasn't, but that's how it felt to me.  I was reliving a false memory in the middle of this room in the middle of this museum.  It was akin to an out-of-body experience but in reverse.  Winslow inserted a memory into my own brain!

We actually build entire buildings to house art for us to look at and appreciate!  I guess humans aren't all bad after all!

Side note:  At one point, My Dad, My Son, and I all took a rest on a bench arranged from Oldest to Youngest.  I leaned over to my Dad and asked him "Do you think other people look over at us and see the three generations arranged in a row here?"  He replied "Nah...."

From Yellow to Blue

 Well, it was overdue, but we finally updated the siding on the house.  Less character but much more modern:

For all the Moms out there

Just outside the kitchen window, I have been watching a robin hard at work: keeping her three eggs warm and protected.  Lots of rain this past week and she was there, sheltering miserably.  She stares me down if I get too close as you can see:

It's hard work being a mom, huh?  Happy Mother's Day, world!

(By the way, the dad is out there too - patrolling the perimeter, but looks like the easier job if I'm being honest)

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