Thursday, April 6, 2017

Nineteen Ninety Four


 1.1:   I took Jesse in town by train to see the Mummer's Parade.  It was a first for both of us and very enjoyable.  We met Colleen in there and had something to eat at the Irish Pub.

2.18:  Beautiful Sunny Day.  Went to thrift store with my sister.  Had severe panic attack and had to leave.  Go home to find door locked and me with no key.  Jimmied the lock through the mail slot with a pliable strip of metal that was on the porch.  Meanwhile, in my attempt to get in, the panic dissipated and I was fine.  We went back to the thrift store.

2.23: Snow Sleet & Rain.  Slight panic attack on bridge on my way to Geri's house.  It was mostly mental with racing brain and depressing thoughts.  Felt completely alone in the world.  On my own.  Had insight, realization, that I am a servant.  My lot in life is to be a servant.  I could dress this up and make it sound honorable and righteous but I won't.  Bad enough being a servant, why opt for hypocrite too.

2.25: Had dinner at Sean and Joanne's.  Nancy Kerrigan won a silver medal.  Watched cone heads.  Fell asleep, all three of us; Jesse, me and John at Sean's house.

2.26: Took Jesse to clay class.  Went grocery shopping.  Babysat Sami and she slept over.

2.27:  Sunny and very cold.  Went to movies with John, Jesse and Sami-cakes.  Carol, David, Sean and Joanne had dinner with us.

2.28:  Sunny and very cold.  Cleaned up around the house.  Felt depressed about gaining weight.  Smoked two cigarettes.  Felt sick and panicky afterward.

3.5:  Had Kate and Bill and their two sons over for dinner.  Jesse missed clay class.  John had to work.  Jesse and Caroline went to the Yeadon movie to see "Sister Act II.

3.6:  Went to Delaware, Tri State Mall with Sean and Joanne.  John got his fishing boots, Waders.

3.7:  Went to thrift store.  I am bothered by the amount of weight I have gained.  I laugh about it but it really isn't funny.  Must lose at least ten pounds before Italy.  How?

3.23:  Off we go into the wild blue yonder.

3.25:  7AM WAKE UP.  7:45 Breakfast.  8:30 Departure City Tour

3.26:  Dad's Vest  24, 900 lire.  Dinner 25,000 lire.

11.21:  Geraldine Died.

11.22:  Jesse's photographs at Sears.

11.23:  Geri's memorial service and funeral.

11.24:  Thanksgiving

11.26:  John, Sean and Matt hunting trip.

11.29:  Jesse sees a ghost in our hallway.

12.2:  Had SVT at 10 PM.  Took 80 mg Inderol. Lasted ten minutes.

12.3:  NAUSEA

12.4:  NAUSEA

12.5:  NAUSEA  Saw doctor for my stomach.  Had EKG.  HEART FINE.

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Museo Diego Rivera Anahuacalli

The Museo Diego Rivera Anahuacalli or simply Anahuacalli Museum is a museum located in Coyoacan, in the south of Mexico City. 

The unique museum was conceived and created by muralist, Diego Rivera, who, motivated by his own interest in Mexican culture, collected nearly 50,000 pre-Hispanic pieces during his life, and projected a building to place and exhibit them. Rivera and his wife, the painter, Frida Kahlo, intended to build two museums as a legacy for Mexico. The house that he and Kahlo lived in, known as La Casa Azul (The Blue House) now houses the Frida Kahlo Museum and is located 3.1 miles away, in the heart of the former village of Coyoacán. The Anahuacalli was completed after Rivera's death by architects, Juan O'Gorman and Heriberto Pagelson as well as Rivera's own daughter, Ruth.

The museum is built of black volcanic stone (obtained from the terrain in which the Xitle volcano erupted). It takes the form of a pyramid. The museum items are collected from almost every indigenous civilization in Mexico's history. On the second floor, there is an exhibition room dedicated to the life and works of Rivera, as well as an observation deck.

The word Anahuacalli literally means "house of  Anahuac" in Nahuatl.

Link to virtual tour of the museum

When In Rome

1987 Rome Italy

If ye cannot bring good news then don't bring any !

Tomorrow is a Long Time

If today was not an endless highway
If tonight was not a crooked trail
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin'
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin'
Only if she was lyin' by me
Then I'd lie in my bed once again
I can't see my reflection in the waters
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps
Or can't remember the sound of my own name
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin'
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin'
Only if she was lyin' by me
Then I'd lie in my bed once again
There's beauty in the silver, singin' river
There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love's eyes
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin'
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin'
Only if she was lyin' by me
Then I'd lie in my bed once again
Written by Bob Dylan • Copyright © Bob Dylan Music Co.