Red Shoes

March means spring, or at least the beginning of spring, so it is time to push my black salt stained boots to the back of the closet and pull out the red shoes. Spring is colour and lightness. The snow is gone and most likely will not be back until next year.

It was far too cold for red patent leather sling backs, and although I tried to walk outside without an overcoat, I did not last long, and decided that I would throw out my faded black leather jacket in a few more weeks. The sun was shining all day, and looking outside my office window convinced me even more that spring is near.

When I picked Maya up for her afternoon violin lesson, her teacher canceled at the last moment, so Maya and I had time to visit 'Cold Stone Creamery' for an ice cream, although I was not quite ready for a cold snack (Maya is ready anytime)...perhaps next month!

I returned to my 'Contemporary Art' class, where we sped through 'Abstract Expressionism'. I am hoping to appreciate modern art, and I am excited to return to the MOMA as soon as possible to revisit pieces I have never had much interest in. I wonder when I am going to have that 'ah hah' moment, when the meaning and beauty and depth of modern art will strike me. de Kooning is all about emotion and transformative art, but I am not there yet. Rothko isn't touching me yet either.....we move to pop art next week, so I am not sure I will 'get it', but I am excited about visiting several museums nearby for possible catharsis.

My daughter returned from Cuba yesterday, or perhaps the day before. I believe she had no internet or phone during her vacation, so I have not had any contact since she left, but I am excited to hear about her observations and adventures. I always thought we would visit Cuba together, but she chose to go with her school friends, which is understandable, but I am sad we did not share the experience together.