Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Heat


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!)

4 comments:

Angella Lister said...

You forged a note to see a Dali exhibit. I love it! I would have let you go, pretended I thought the note was real.

e said...

Wow...

You aren't the only weather wimp...
I live in this oven! Safe flying.

mouse (aka kimy) said...

ah what we do for art! terrific story.

i hate the heat....start bitching when the temps settle in over 75 - can't imagine florida this time of year!

Barbara said...

I never think about the words "Florida" and "art" going together. I suppose that's a reflection on my part of the state where art seldom made the news.

You will have a wealth of art to explore in your new city. How exciting!