Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Wow, I am such a weather wimp. I lived in Florida for 30 years, but the summer heat is just about killing me. We went to the Dali Museum in downtown St. Petersburg yesterday, and then went to lunch at a pub on nearby Beach Drive, within a stone's throw of Tampa Bay. Just the short walk from the car seemed suffocating.
The museum (blessedly air conditioned, of course) was terrific. The art collection, while extensive, is small enough to be taken in in a single trip, and the architecture of the new building is intriguing, with its bulbous glass geodesic structure atop a concrete hurricane-proof bunker.
When I was a senior in high school I skipped school one day to go the Dali Museum, then in its former low-lying building. What a nerd I was. All my friends were at the beach. And then I got nabbed because I forged a note in my mom's name and the school checked up on me. (It was probably a bad forgery.) I had to pick up trash on the football field on a holiday morning. All in the name of art!
(Photo: The sun's reflection in the surface of the lake off the end of our new dock. Hot, hot, hot!)