Off to See the Wi . . . uh, Impressionists

So we’re going to see an exhibition of Impressionist painting at the Museum of Fine Arts in Houston this Saturday.  Ever since she heard about it, L has been pushing me to go because THIS exhibition is from the permanent collection of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, and the paintings are only being lent because the galleries that normally house them are closed for a multi-year overhaul.  After the exhibition closes in Houston, two weeks from now, it goes to the Neue Nationalgalerie in Berlin for four or five months, and then back to New York.  Several of the paintings have never left the Met before and, according to its director, probably never will again.  And given the probability that I’ll ever visit Manhattan OR the Met (not Pygmalion likely!), this will be my only chance to see them, just like the Vermeer exhibition at the National Gallery in Washington back in ’95.  (I promise, one day I will get round to telling that story.)

Thing is, I’m about half-convinced I half-promised someone else I’d do or be something/where else on Saturday.  I just hope it wasn’t anything earth-shattering.  So if I did promise you something, please let me know so we can reschedule because I just paid $47 for tickets for M, L, and me to get in on the 1:30 PM timeslot Saturday.

And I can’t reschedule that.

Eddie from Ohio performs “Wachet Auf!” in the shower.  Fnord.