I slept in this morning.
I mean really, really slept. It was heavenly.
When my eyes finally opened at 10:00 a.m., the house was quiet. I knew that Andrew had taken the boys to religious school and that he was somewhere in the house. I reached over, picked up the phone and called the other line.
“Ready for coffee?” he asked.
Now that’s service.
Once I read the paper, it was time to start making pasta again. We’d made some last night, but need to make a better dough before making some for our Thanksgiving dinner. So I mixed and rolled. And the spaghetti came out pretty well.
Still, I need more practice. Fortunately, having more homemade pasta is not a bad thing.
After the boys got home, it was time to hang up the apron and head out the the Visionary Arts Museum.
What an amazing place!
No photos inside, or I’d have filled this post with pix that’d amaze you. But you’re going to have to go see for yourself. Suffice it to say, the art is inspiring. The stories beyond believability.
The boys hadn’t wanted to go. But each found inspiration and something he’d have been sad to have missed.
In front of a mirrored mosaic bus.
Life-sized chess board made from weird metal parts!
Tapestries and lights.
Mosaic egg. It’s huge! Our 10 year old asked, “Is that supposed to be a Faberge Egg?” He knows what that is? Crazy, man!
View of Federal Hill from the museum.