Me and Rocky

... and the giant squid.

The New York Times had a huge museum section this week. Museums all over the world are featuring new exhibits and I want to see them all. New York, of course, is loaded with museums but an exhibit I especially want to see is the Fashion and Textile History Gallery at the Museum at FIT. An exhibit of Frida Kahlo - artist, icon, rebel - is at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I could run up those stairs like Rocky did to see her work.

I tried that a time or two. The first time I did that, I was really out of breath and Cowboy yelled at me for running. It was winter time and I warmed up fast - in more ways than one... The second time I ran up all those stairs, the Neanderthal chased me! And behind one of those fat columns near the entrance, he gave me a swat! In public! Needless to say I didn't share my snacks with him. Tsk.

Anyway, I'd like to see Frida Kahlo's work.

The Museum of Fine Arts in Boston is featuring "El Greco to Velázquez. And in Minnesota, the Minneapolis Institute of Art is showing "Arts of Japan"- 900 years of seductive beauty. Ohhhhh I really want to see that. I mentioned this over breakfast. He mumbled something unintelligible; not sure if his mouth was full of waffles and peach syrup... or he was being non-committal.

I'm a fiber artist. Textiles are my medium. I need inspiration now and then - feeds the soul. I told all this to that tall fellow I live with.

Cro-Magnum man had another waffle.

I also mentioned that the museums in Switzerland and a few European cities were also showing new exhibits.

"Pass the syrup, Sar."

You think he was ignoring me? Tsk.

"And the Smithsonian has several new exhibitions. One's at the Hirshhorn, another at the Museum of Natural History and while we're there, we could visit old friends. (We used to live in a DC/Virginia bedroom community.)

"I'm making a few more waffles; want one, bambina?"

"I'm booking tickets to New York," I announced just to see if he was listening.

SWAT!

Oye! He was listening.

Moving right along...

Just a few more days till Easter. We have a small guest list this year, about 12, not our usual large and rowdy crowd. I've been baking new stuff to see what I'd like to serve for dessert. The hams I ordered came today; they'll be honey baked with glaze. I'm making spoon bread which is always a big hit and a couple kinds of potatoes. Salad bar for the health conscious; corn chowder and a spinach/pepperoni/chicken soup for starters. I'm not going overboard on appetizers - just a variety of cheeses, dips and crackers. Dessert will be stupendous, of course, and since everything will be buffet style, I'll start with that course first.

"You better eat a meal before you tackle the sweet stuff, imp."

"Ohhhhh no sense making peach cobbler I guess."

SWAT!

Laughing softly.

David gave me a chocolate Easter bunny... with NO ears! That man has no class.

Bull gave me a basket with a dozen small chocolate bunnies and watched me eat all the ears. That man has class.

Cowboy said he's waiting until Easter Sunday to bring a basket home for me. It better have chocolate bunnies and lots of jellybeans. I peeked into his office, the closet, the liquor cabinet, the gun cabinet and all through his desk to see if he was hiding chocolate bunnies. Nada, nothing.

Purim is at the end of the month. I've already made Hamentaschen - prune, apricot and blackberry. I'll be making more of that; I love that cookie/tart. Bull ate the first batch right out of the oven. Tsk.

And Passover is a month away. Leaves me a little time to prepare between holidays unless...

I might sneak away to New York to see those museum exhibitions when no one is looking.

"And get your tush blistered when I catch up with you!"

Tsk. The man has no couth.

SWAT!

Really, people - NO couth!

On a miserable note...

David and Bull deploy the day after Easter. I'm so miserable about this I can't stand it. I'm torn between baking plenty of goodies for them to take with them and wanting to smack them upside the head for going overseas again - to a war zone, no less!

I did smack David but he was sitting. Oh boy! He stood up FAST! I ran behind the Rott and SweetPea stood on his hind legs and showed his pearly whites. David sat down again. He grumbled something in Marine-speak which got lost in the translation. Marines are like that when riled.

I had to stand on a chair to smack Bull but the behemoth just hugged me tight and told me everything was going to be all right. Naturally, Cowboy walked into the kitchen while Bull was hugging me...

"Unhand my woman, mister!"

Cowboy literally tossed me over his shoulder and proceeded to go up the stairs to our bedroom. That's when I noticed that the light fixtures in the hallway really needed dusting...

I could hire someone to do that while I'm in New York enjoying all the new museum exhibits. Or... I could call Sylvester Stallone and see if he wants to join me in running up the stairs of the Philadelphia museum. I bet I could get to the top faster than he does. Anyone know his number?

~Sar~