Friday, January 14, 2005

Mommy & the Art Museum
For months now there has been a traveling exhibit of Picasso and Matisse and others at the North Carolina Museum of Art. For months my mother has been raising cane to get my dad to bring her down here so she can see it. She became a member of the museum, so tickets to the exhibit would be free as an incentive. It didn't work.
When I was home for Thanksgiving she gave me her membership card so I could go get in for free if I wanted to. I did, and it was a very good show.
This weekend is the last weekend. Wednesday my dad wrote to me and said they were thinking about coming down here Saturday to see the thing.
But Monday is Martin Luther King, Jr., Day, and I'm off from work, and I already had plans.
I was willing to change those plans, but then my folks couldn't tell me whether or not they were actually coming or not. Yesterday at lunchtime my dad wrote again and said they'd probably see me Saturday morning.
I wrote back and said could you please be definite?
Late in the afternoon my dad wrote again, and said my mother would call me at my apartment that evening to let me know.
Last night when my mother called they still didn't know. So my mother told me to just go ahead with my own plans, and if they came down here, they wouldn't expect to see me.
The problem was the membership card. I offered to FedEx it to them the other day. They said Oh no, don't do that.
So I left the card in an undisclosed location at my apartment building and they'll have to go by and pick it up if they decide to come down here.
Ain't family grand?
The other day I wrote and asked my brother direct questions about his house and his fledgling business, and his response was "Thanks for your message. Have a nice day."
I'm gwain call him Cleopatra. I'm serious, Sugar, 'cause he is sho 'nuff de queen of deNile.
Don't tell anybody. The Lady Chablis from Midnight in the Garden of Good & Evil is getting to me.