We went to the long-awaited Turner exhibit at the Mystic Seaport Museum last Saturday. It was the most beautiful day of the fall. Barbara and Rod went with us, as they too were anxious to see this Turner exhibit (the only showing in North America), thanks to the Tate Gallery in Britain sharing over 90 works of the famous artist.
I think we’ll go back and see it again before it leaves on February 28. There was so much to take in and study.
We also strolled through the “village”, visited the whaling exhibition, stopped in to see the figurehead display and roamed a gift shop or two.
I took this to amuse Barb’s grown children.
Barbara makes me laugh a lot. Can you tell?
The next day it rained. Oh, did it rain! Loud and constant, the downpour made it easy to settle into my office and work on the quilt. And rest a bit. I’m afraid my new cancer-fighting medication might be dumping some painful side affects on my slowly-healing self. My newest mantra is, “At least I’m alive.”
I repeat that to myself many, many times a day. It’s so true!
More gratitude and less complaining is my goal for November.