Last week I went to the art museum, with work.
My boss drives a 12-person van out for weekly fields trips. Three women from Memory Care almost always want to go, so then I get to go too, to accompany them.
At the museum, one woman kept saying, "Look at that, it's so beautiful!"
She wanted to go into every gallery and see everything--Chinese terracotta camels, ornate Victorian sideboards, medieval paintings in gold frames, everything.
It was wonderful to be with her, she was so happy. Lately she's been so out of sorts––she told me my exercise class was "pointless"–– I'd worried if she'd be OK on a field trip. Luckily an aide made sure I invited her: "She needs to get out."
Too true.
Meanwhile in the museum, I kept saying, "Look! A dog!" which is my main interest in art. My boss snapped us as I pointed out a lapdog:
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"Lady at Her Toilet," Unknown Artist, Netherlands, c. 1650, here
My boss drives a 12-person van out for weekly fields trips. Three women from Memory Care almost always want to go, so then I get to go too, to accompany them.
At the museum, one woman kept saying, "Look at that, it's so beautiful!"
She wanted to go into every gallery and see everything--Chinese terracotta camels, ornate Victorian sideboards, medieval paintings in gold frames, everything.
It was wonderful to be with her, she was so happy. Lately she's been so out of sorts––she told me my exercise class was "pointless"–– I'd worried if she'd be OK on a field trip. Luckily an aide made sure I invited her: "She needs to get out."
Too true.
Meanwhile in the museum, I kept saying, "Look! A dog!" which is my main interest in art. My boss snapped us as I pointed out a lapdog:
_________________"Lady at Her Toilet," Unknown Artist, Netherlands, c. 1650, here
