Went to Philadelphia for the weekend with a gal pal. We went to the Mutter Museum, which is amazing and does not allow photos, and to the Rodin, which is charming and does allow photos.
The Gates of Hell are imposing and stunning.
The Three Shades which stand at the top of the Gates of Hell. This particular sculpture is stunning.
Went to South Restaurant for tidbits and live jazz. Neither disappointed. This is my drink. Fresh to Death. I had two and I have no regrets. The ingredients are listed below.
After the Mutter we stopped for lunch at the Village Whiskey. My friend had a Bloody Mary and I had a Bee Balm. Made with lavender infused gin. Yes, I realize I am now a true fan of the "cocktail" and have reached a "certain age." Bring it on!
I have recently read "The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks" and was blown away. What Henrietta's cells, taken without her consent in 1951, have done for humanity is indescribable, as is the treatment of her family over the years who just wanted to know what happened to their mother. Quite a few times I was angry, thrilled, upset and flabbergasted. It gives real insight to how black people were treated by the medical community, why they distrust it, why it took so long for Henrietta to get recognized and how her family finally learns exactly what happened and what her cells have been used for around the globe.
Never a huge sci-fi fan, I was reading a article about women writing science fiction and Connie Willis' name came up more than once along with one of her short stories. I ordered the anthology from the library and read the story that was recommended.
All My Darling Daughters.
Yeah, that one was a serious doozy. So much packed in to make you disgusted and squirm. If anyone in Hollywood would ever dare to film this, best of luck to you. This was as dark as dark could be and I reread the last paragraph four times and then wished I could bleach my brain. Good times. Will let you know how the other stories go.
My garden was on its last legs then we got serious rain. hooray. Now my cornflowers are all droopy and wilting over the black eyed susans and blanket flowers. I may need to prune them a touch.
Have not worked on my book. Feels weird, but right at the same time. Our son did camp for 2 weeks and now he is home with me. Funny thing is I know exactly where I stopped on my outline and I know exactly why I need to do this. By stepping back I am getting a clearer picture of where the plot needs to go. Different ideas may pop in my head and I either keep it or let it flow out. I really need to write some of them down more, but for now, I am leaving creativity up to chance. There has been a snag between the 2 main characters that needs to work itself out and slowly I am coming to that resolution. Solutions pop in and out of my head. Sometimes I even speak to myself out loud wondering, "Would he really do that? Would she want it that way?" I am not sure what kind of mess I am stirring up, but I have a strong belief that when I do sit down to tackle it again, it will be the first time it has ever gone this smooth and will not require hundreds of edits and rewrite. This time, it will be done right.
The bathroom is near completion. Need to hang up the towel racks and closet and outside door. Ignore the old rug, but do admire the beauty of what we call our "Adult bathroom".
Have a wonderful day!!