Best Get To It in Everyday Ramblings

My camera is what, something like four years old now, and my laptop is five and between the two of them posting pictures to Instagram is a bit of a challenge. But I figured out I can do it using my phone. I ended up enabling sharing pictures to Facebook directly from my laptop too. The things a person needs to know these days…

It is gorgeous here! Very unusual for May Day…Beltane.

The hippy fancy private school up the street is just wrapping up an elaborate May Day celebration with a May Pole and Morris Dancers and gorgeous little girls in white dresses with flowers in their hair. All the parents came and expensive cars are parked everywhere. I know this because I was out with the camera at noon taking pictures of all the beautiful new roses blooming way too early.

I spent a lot of time looking at the light in paintings at the museum last night. The main exhibit that is closing this Sunday is on Italian Style since 1945 and the patrons definitely were giving out a fashionista vibe. The colors and fabrics are amazing as is the workmanship. It all felt wonderfully frivolous like reading a 360-degree fashion magazine.

Because Portland is a funky city, eclipsed in the fine arts by San Francisco and Seattle we have to be creative about what kind of art we get here. The shows tend to feature an extremely high level of craft, more than say famous works. We also have just one museum for modern and older art.

After the main exhibit I wandered around the rest of the galleries visiting old friends. Mr. Finch and I used to go once a month and we got to know the permanent collection well. A Courbet painting was found under the floorboards in an attic in France recently and just sold at Christie’s at auction this week. This inspired me to go look at our Courbet. It is right next to Mr. Finch’s favorite moody landscape by Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot. The one he waved goodbye to a few weeks before he died.

So as you can imagine it was a rich and deeply emotional visit. What is cool though is that I carried that light looking at gestalt back into my daily life.

We used to always go to poetry readings on May Day. We went to or had our own poetry readings a heck of a lot so that makes sense but for some reason I am remembering those today too. The wild tumbling witchy spring all riled up union labor rights flower filled themes.

Much to my amazement and surprise Diego has let me, with persistence and much snuggly cooing over three days, clip all his claws except the inside front “thumb” claws. This is a miracle! And it is going to make my life at home so much more pleasant, and his too, as he won’t be sticking to things with his razor sharp appendages or making Mom yell, “Ow!”

I got a good night’s sleep last night even though I was pretty tired when I got home from the museum. I haven’t had to interact with Nimrod all day and it is Friday.

It is kind of sad I have a job I feel like that about but it is what it is for now and there are so much more interesting and engaging things to think about and do.

Best get to it.

Last updated May 01, 2015