Seventh Summer, Day 5

Except for a couple of minor issues, we had a great day. There was an article in the Austin American-Statesman about an art exhibit at Dougherty Arts Center by artist Jennifer Chenoweth. It looked like fun, and I needed to pay for Chloe’s camp at the center while we go to England, plus there is a splash pad nearby. After lunch, leaving Gary a perfectly decipherable note, off we went.

We left Gary a note

We left Gary a note

The exhibit wasn’t nearly as exciting as the story made it out to be, mainly because, contrary to the impression in the story, it’s NOT okay to climb on the circles (unless you are the artist):

Jennifer Chenoweth, photo, Austin American-Statesman

Jennifer Chenoweth, photo, Austin American-Statesman

On the way in, Chloe said she hoped she’d see one of her teachers from when she attended art pre-school here when she was four. I told her they may not work here any more, but as we’re looking at the art in the lobby, who should walk through but–wait, is it Miss Gwin or Miss Molly? “Gwin?” I said, and she turned and said “yes.” I said, “This is Chloe.” Of course she raved over how tall and big Chloe is–I think she really remembered her, and Chloe got all bashful. That pre-school was one reason I wanted to get her into their summer camp this year. The very first time we walked into the building Chloe said, “What does it smell like in here?” I said “It smells like ART!”

The splash pad was fun for Chloe about 20 minutes longer than it was for me, but she played with a little girl named Zoe, and it’s always fun to say “Chloe and Zoe,” names you never heard when my kids were young, in the 70s and 80s.

A nice passerby took a picture of the two of us

A nice passerby took a picture of the two of us

We came home for a real swim, and Gary joined us. This is when it gets perilous. I’ve always called 5 p.m.the “arsenic hour” for kids.He had trouble getting her to come in. I finally coaxed her into the house, and she plopped down in the bedroom and said “I feel miserable.” I’m impressed that she is developing some self-awareness and didn’t just dissolve in tears. I told her she was just tired and hungry and the best thing to do was get dressed and we’d eat. She watched the news with Gary and munched on sugar snap peas (my favorite healthy snack) while I threw together a quick dinner.

After dinner, perked up, she went back to her kitchen. We also took a walking tour around the complex to gather crape myrtle, hibiscus and jasmine for the flower cake.

Singing Taylor Swift's "Trouble When You Walked In"

Singing Taylor Swift’s “Trouble When You Walked In”

Singing a real oldie, "Marzy Doats"

Singing a real oldie, “Mairzy Doats”

La piece de resistance, a four-layer flower cake

La piece de resistance, a four-layer flower cake

We are having house guests this weekend and we won’t have Chloe till next week, so I’ll have to do some cleanup in the courtyard. The cake is going to stay a while, though.





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