stretch, chant, groan

It had been three weeks since I had attended yoga class, so
yesterday I trudged up the stairs and gave it a try. Ouch. I
decided to start doing a few stretches every morning now and
because I can so easily talk myself out of this kind of thing,
I brought my purple yoga mat up and placed it next to the
kitchen table last night. It worked! And yes, I feel better.
Then I walked and now, perhaps, a little nap.

This is the closing weekend of Orsay and they have booked
customers later than usual. I work until 10:30 tonight and
tomorrow night ~ very Big Box like, no? Only 9:30 (so far)
on Sunday night. So you understand why I need the calming
effect of yoga. Ommmmmmmmm.

Orsay 2 opens Sept. 21st. A little break until then...

day #6, week #2

Husbando spent yesterday dusting and vacuuming in preparation
for tomorrow when the living room gets painted. It's still a mess,
but so much cleaner than all of last week and I could walk down
the hallway in bare feet without dust clouds last night.

Meanwhile I was in the midst of the Orsay shoppe. Congestion.
Good business and mostly nice customers, but still a woman gets
tired of being nice. Know what I mean?

a Degas here, a Renoir there...

Here we have RR two years ago in Paris at the D'Orsay. First,
of course, we notice how she's grown, then I urge you to check
out the pukey beige wall behind this famous Degas painting.
MY museum has done a fabulous job of painting the walls deep,
rich colors so the artwork really pops out. I'm guessing that the
Paris museum will do the same during their renovation.

Yesterday I got to wander through the exhibit almost by myself
with my eyes inches away from the exquisite paintings. I'm
not as wild about the beginning of the show, although some
of my co-workers like angels and babies better than landscapes,
so we did the "to each his own" kind of thing. There are about
100 fabulous paintings and next time I'll rent the audio so
I can keep learning here. How lucky am I?

It officially opens on Saturday, but lots of customers didn't
read that date correctly and so wanted to go in yesterday.
You will love this exhibit, I guarantee.

more musée d'orsay

This was a delightful coincidence. Summer Hours is the sweet
story of a 75 yo woman who meets with her 3 children to divvy
up her art collection. It's sooooooo French and yet all families
are alike in so many ways ~ of course. Grandma is Edith Scob
and there you see Juliette Binoche all blond(e) and beautiful.
We get to travel to the interior of the D'Orsay and that alone
makes the film so perfect for now. Commano says, "Many Stars!"