An Adventure at Least 10 Years in the Making

Wednesday, I had a classically great adventure with my friend Bill.  We have a history of taking little romps into the strange and unknown; but, then again, Bill can make finding a place for brunch into an adventure.  This adventure was actually planned- made reservations and everything!  It was to a place that, you could argue is like some strange alternate-dimension where you are allowed incredibly close access to an astonishingly composed and eclectic art collection.  I am writing of the Barnes Foundation Museum.

With their move into the "real" city imminent, Bill decided to lead one last, heroic pilgrimage to his beloved temple of  Impressionist  Paintings (including multiple works by Van Gogh, his favorite painter). Though I am glad that the Barnes is moving into Philly proper, on the Parkway, it did create the final motivation to make sure we got there before they shut-down the original building and move all the art.  We had only been saying that we wanted to go there for over ten years!  Since you have to make reservations and can't just go there on a whim (the way that I tend to do just about everything) I had been thwarted a few times in various half-planned efforts to get there in the past.  It will be so nice when they move onto the Parkway to commune with the other Art Museums; but I am glad to have gotten to see it in the originally odd "Barnes arrangement." http://www.barnesfoundation.org/

I still haven't gotten any calls or emails about my various postings for the "Found Cat." Well, I have gotten a few emails from my craigslist posting, but they have all said things like "that cat looks pretty happy where he is" and such like.  My neighbors have pretty much just said "well, enjoy your new cat!"  If he does belong to someone who wants him back, I hope that they get word to me before Rory comes home on Sunday afternoon.  I will feel pretty badly if she starts to like him and then the owners are found.  poo.  what to do?

This is my weaving loom.  or what will hopefully, someday, maybe BECOME my weaving loom.  It's been moved around from my house in East Falls to my parents garage, to a storage locker, to my disgusting, moldy basement.  Somewhere in there it was taken apart, lovingly, mind you- and with the best of intentions.  However, Macomber looms aren't actually meant to be taken apart and it turns out that there is no instruction manual available for putting them together (they are pretty guarded about such things).  I've been slowly cleaning and working on the wood, but untill this week had been really anxious about doing the restoration of the incredibly rusty metal on all the many, many moving parts of the loom.  I asked my boyfriend, Chuck for assistance this weekend in helping me with the metal restoration.  Well, now he's determined to get the whole thing completely put together this Saturday.  Wow- ask a former Eagle Scout for help and things really will get done! I'm really excited that it looks like I should be weaving by the end of this month (it's still going to take time to get things cleaned and oiled for use even after it gets put together). 

I'll be out at First Friday in Haddonfield, NJ tonight with my sales table set up on the sidewalk.  I hope it's a good night for sales- the weather is gorgeous right now.  I do need to go clean out my car before I can load my stuff (I have a new mystery smell, and that is unpleasant).