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museum Sunday

This past Sunday was a good day.

I went to the Chagall exhibit at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts and although I wasn’t a huge fan of his work before I grew in appreciation of his talents afterwards.

My comfort while presenting female just grows and grows and I don’t fret about how I am being perceived; even while waiting in one of those line-ups which snakes around and people face you head on only to have more time to scrutinize you; what they see is a relaxed person waiting to buy a ticket. I even struck up a nice conversation with a nice couple from Washington D.C. before my turn came up at the teller.

Later in the afternoon I ended up meeting my friend Lyne at a local coffee place where I am now a regular patron. As we were leaving and paying the owner offered me a rose and wished me a happy mother's day which I took as quite the compliment even as I declined the offer politely preferring to let someone truly deserving of the honor claim it. I saw my own mother on the Saturday as I do every week and chose to give her my gift then.

But when I read a horrific story like this one and, in spite of the ways we still have to go here, it reminds me how much better we have it compared to less enlightened places in this world.....


  1. Happy you got by the Museum. While there I enjoyed it so much. An escape to beauty.

    1. indeed Rhonda. I know you took full advantage on your visit to Montreal to do so...


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