I recently told my husband that I wanted to visit the Minneapolis Institute of Arts….by myself. Since we live four hours north of the metro area, it takes a bit of planning to make this happen. I’ve been to the Institute once, but it was with my daughter’s 6th grade “History Day” group, so it doesn’t count!
Here I am in the Twin Cities. I’m attending a veterinary seminar on behalf our clinic tomorrow, and get to visit the Art Institute on Friday.
The funny thing is, last night I had a dream. In it, several of my closest friends and loved ones decided to join me at the Art Institute! I was so busy taking care of people that I hardly got to see any of the exhibits, and therefore sat on a bench and cried. When I shared this with my husband earlier today, he totally laughed out loud!
Moral of the story is…if you see a woman sobbing at the Institute of Arts on Friday, it means they have arrived!
Thanks for visiting. Have a great day!