April is for Azaleas

Showy ... maybe a little gaudy ... but never a wallflower.

You know I'm talking about the azalea. Right?

A Day at the DMA

The Dallas Museum of Art is a short drive from our abode so we dropped in to check out what was happening with the artsy crowd. It was not a weekend so we had plenty of room to peruse the paintings, unlike some crushing exhibits we have viewed at the Art Institute of Chicago during one of our past lives. Well, you know ...... here in Texas we're fans of the wide open spaces.

It's spring/summer here, but we did not dawdle in the sculpture garden because the first rule of museum meandering (besides comfortable shoes, of course) is realizing you can't see it all in one visit.

So we signed in and signed up and insisted we "wouldn't be strangers."

The Lens of Impressionism was actually quite interesting, mixing the art and photographs of the early impressionists and integrating iPhone images of Normandy as it is today.

Through the looking glass before lunch at 1717 - but that's a blog for another day. And for our Ann Arbor amis, this exhibit is in conjunction with the University of Michigan Museum of Art. Just can't get away from all that culture ......

Birthday Blog

It's my birthday. Again. Already. So soon. I know the bean counters have skipped some days - maybe even weeks - probably just to satisfy those little cry babies who can't wait to be sixteen or twenty-one or whatever. And what does that impatience lead to? Before you know it, you're up in the really BIG numbers. Numbers so big that Nana's Little Math Genius tires of counting before he gets there. Higher than eleventy-two even. Therefore, I've decided to take retaliatory action and do what all women d'un certain age do. I'm going to .............. lie about my age.

Little Red Corvette

The DH and I have owned several corvettes over the years although I had always imagined myself in an XKE. Alas. You can't always get what you want.

The current ride was in the car spa for some body work last week. Driving in Dallas is tough, people. These cowboys have no respect for your wheels. I imagine they're angry that we're not all still saddling up our steeds and, if you ask me, some of those SUVs amount to wishful thinking. At any rate, the auto surgeon insists the old gal is going to need some serious internal intervention in the near future, which raises the question: invest or divest?

Neither of the beauties pictured above is our vehicle du jour, but I'm certain I could be very happy in the little slinky black number. Unfortunately, the tax man has recently cometh to our house, and, let me put it this way, we should probably consider a larger roadster just in case we have to live in it.

Where the Flowers Iz

On the banks of Turtle Creek in Dallas, Texas, in the land of mansions, about a block from our humble abode. Sometimes there are ducks and geese cruising on the stream, maybe a swan or two; but nary a pelican. Bikini beauties sun themselves on the grassy slopes, but it's just not the same as the sandy beaches along the Gulf of Mexico. Everything may really be bigger in Texas, but that doesn't always mean it's better, y'all. However, I am lovin' the blooms although it's the worst allergy season ever - supposedly because of all the unseasonable snow earlier this year. Whatever. Achoo. Is that one of those "tall tales?"