Saturday I went to the art institute, it was magnificent! I really didn't expect to see so many impressionists! I loved the stack of hay by Monet. How beautiful.
Some frustration and disapointment though. The Chagall windows are closed to the public until 2011 (why I have no idea) and the institute is a labyrinth. I tried to access certain rooms and gallery, but after many dead ends I gave up. Yes I had a map. Yes I can read a map. It was just plain weird. They have floors that you can access only through specific stairs, and room that are next to each others, but there is no door in between, so you need to go down 3 stories,across a half gallery then up 2 floors then accross and then up one more. It reminded me a lot of the Sorbonne. They have those mysterious half levels there... It took me a semester to master the floor plan.
Anyway I had a good saturday. I met Mr L at his convention, and we went out to an indian place. I am very lucky that no food really puts me off. The only thing that makes me cringe is awesome ice cream (the kind like haagen daz or ben & jerry with lots of extra cream and sirups and fancy pieces), and creamed corn. Especially creamed corn, ewww. Otherwise I'm pretty much an eating machine. I still love spicy food, maybe even more than before, and grapes. I have to limit myself to 1/2lb a day, otherwise it would be gone before I get home from the store..
Sunday was the 3rd Sunday of Advent. I can't believe it goes so fast! I have been back to my previous church lately. I haven't gone to morning mass more than once in a month, because it's just too early and too cold, but as I'm feeling much better in the mornings I will get back to it eventually.. Anyway 3rd sunday of Advent is the "Rejoice Sunday". One more reason why I love liturgy. :) We went to evening mass with Mr L. We were right on time, which usually means late in my church as they start 2 min before the hour.. But not this time. As soon as we passed the door the priest called my name. I was VERY surprised that he even remembered me, as the only priest I saw these past 2 months was the other one.. Anyway it was the bilingual mass and he asked me to do the reading! I was very surprised!!!
I did readings for morning mass back in the Bronx, but there was only 5 of us. I did many readings in France, but that was in French!
I also had to read the prayers intention both in English and in Spanish!
Actually it went pretty well. I was very happy I had some prayer time on Saturday to get to know the texts!
Yesterday Mr L went to work at a coffee shop, he said he'd look at guitares, there is a beautiful shop right next to his "coffice". When he came back in the evening he brought me a box of tiny sweet little cakes (how darling) and...
a gibson.
So now we have a guitare. :) I was quite surprised, but not upset. I am glad he found it. Some other guy bought it and returned it 3 days later, so now it's second hand, hence HUGE sale, and hard to pass.. I know almost nothing about music, but I know Mr L is a musician. :) He can play harmonica and guitare, and cello I think.
He was thinking of getting a guitare for a while, I had no idea he was serious. I think moving away reminded him of his dream. Now in France he'll definitely be the American jazzman. :) He can take it and play the "How-I-miss-my-country blues" when he feels exiled. I know the feeling. It is great he got it before we move, and definetly better to invest in that kind of thing before we have a baby, then I don't think we'll have enough money just sitting around..
I guess now I don't have to worry too much about a birthday present.. :)