Friday at the museum
On more or less a lark, I headed down to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC, as it has late hours on Fridays. I figured today would be a good day, as the city is deserted on the Friday before Labor Day, and the museum, which is usually packed, so that viewing things can become a chore, is also generally empty. My mother-in-law, when she came up to visit, would go every Friday, and I'd meet her there after work, after which we'd wander around the museum, have dinner, and then come home. This is how I found out about doing the museum on a Friday afternoon.
So anyway, today I'm there, wandering through, when I run into The Howling Mexican Dog.
This is a great piece that really has to be seen in person to appreciate it. It really gets the essence of a howling dog down perfect. My mother-in-law used to love it, and made a great fuss over it every time we passed it.
Today I pass it, glance over, and just about broke down right there. She died a few years back. This reminded me of her, and to be clear, this was my first time since she died doing this Friday thing at the Met. I had to leave, it was too much for me.
Stupid thing. Earlier I was in the European sculpture garden, which she also loved, and I remembered her there as well. No breakdown. You never know what's going to do it, I guess.
Oh well. Lit a candle when I got home. And remember, if you're at the Met, visit the dog.