Spring Beltane Moon
Still reading Missing, catching up to the end, so I can write it. That’s an amazing aspect of writing a novel. I can read what I’ve written so far and I can decide how it resolves. Of course, the entire corpus before the end represents limits on that ending, it’s not entirely open, yet there is a plasticity to it, a fungibility that is mine to shape.
Then into the Minneapolis Convention center for two hours of volunteer training for my four shift on Sunday. Some big museum association is in town and all us museum volunteer types were solicited to help out. I said yes. I’m still trying to recall just why.
After that training, I drove the short distance to the Minneapolis Institute of Arts since I had a 7 pm Sports Show public tour. As I approached the museum, the streets had cars parked everywhere. There was a stream of people going in and out of the museum. On a Thursday night? Not a third Thursday.
Then it hit me. I’d taken a substitute tour on the opening Thursday night of Art in Bloom. OMG! There were no takers for the Sports Show tour, not a big surprise. The people watching was great though. Lots of women in very, very short skirts. I mean practically non-buttock covering. Men rolling their eyes as their wives exclaimed. It was a sub-cultural moment.
Glad to be home.
