We took a trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art on Monday, which was open in honor of President's Day. We went with Kimmy and Tyson, who is not pictured, but who loves past presidents. After art-viewing, we sat outside on the steps and ate pb&j and discussed our favorite presidents. I chose FDR for two reasons: one- he ran the country from a wheelchair, and two- he makes an appearance in Annie.
This photo is included because it captures the moment where I saw a guy in board shorts in a) February, b) New York, and c) a museum.
Just as a note, if you stand your infant on a sphinx, you will have a security guard yell at you, and then shake his head in a disappointed way that will make you feel embarrassed for much longer than you expect. I have a tenancy to lean on art, so being reprimanded by security guards is not new to me. But I could have lived without that head shake.
She didn't--she usually doesn't, but that low-grade anxiety may put my carefree museum wandering on the back burner for a while.
This is unfortunate, because museum discoveries, much like worthwhile life discoveries*, are usually made by accident. So, one more thing to file under "things that are different about my life now".