I was a little bored this weekend yet couldn't be enticed to do much of anything. I did get a lot of reading done, but something was missing. At one point I realized what the problem was and said to John "I miss my Pym friends". It was so much fun being around 99 other like minded readers. An interesting conversation could be had with anyone in the room. And everyone was so friendly.
And on top of all the great Pym time, my weekend in Boston was chock-a-block with other fun stuff. Perhaps the most fun of all was meeting, for the very first time, a pen pal I have had for 28 years. We started writing in high school, kept that up for about seven years, lost touch at some point, and were "reunited" by Facebook a year or two ago. But through all of that we had never actually met. We used to talk on the phone in college when one of us could afford the long distance charges. But other than that, we were friends who had never met--at least until now. It was a lot of fun catching up with him and there was, at least from my perspective, not an awkward moment. We both had a lot of blanks to fill in, but it wasn't by any means just a walk down memory lane. We had plenty of things to chat about. As I am not much a fan of Dickens we didn't talk about his current read (Nicholas Nickleby, I think), but I did give him a copy of Some Tame Gazelle. I felt it only proper to proselytize about Barbara Pym.
While in Boston I also went to Brattle Book Shop. Which was a lot of fun, but I actually ended up buying nothing. I should have checked my coat at the Isabella Stewart Gardner museum because I was a bit hot and perhaps didn't take as much time in that amazing building as I would have otherwise. The Museum of Fine Arts was amazing and could have kept me busy all weekend. Unfortunately, two of the more interesting temporary exhibits (New Blue and White and Mario Testino Royal Portraits) not only didn't allow photography, but they had no catalogs or even any postcards.
|I thought for sure that the outdoor sales floor wouldn't be open in such cold weather. I was wrong.|
|Sculpture over the parking lot entrance at the Museum of Fine Arts|
Walking Man, 2000
|Beautiful Dale Chihuly scupture at MFA.|
|Detail of Endlessly Repeating Twentieth-Century Modernism, 2007|