Last weekend I visited my daughter on her college campus. Since she moved back to the campus in mid-August, I had assiduously avoided going downstate while she studied for the LSAT exams. Between her coursework, media lab work, and LSAT preparation, the last thing she needed was The Good Mama hovering for a weekend.
Mid-August to mid-October was the longest we had gone without seeing one another, even though we talk almost daily, albeit briefly, on the phone. Mother Nature saw fit to deluge my drive with a torrential downpour throughout my one hundred and eighty mile journey.
We decided to go to the opera that night since it was still raining. Better to sit in the Indiana University opera house and immerse our aesthetics in Franz Lehar’s The Merry Widow. The university’s world famous School of Music rarely disappoints its opera audience. Most of the soloists go on to operatic careers at other opera houses both here and abroad. This production of The Merry Widowenjoyed new sets, lavish new costumes, an amazing orchestra, and a cadre of fantastic singers. The sheer beauty of the three-hour performance transported us beyond the rainy outdoor environs.
Saturday dawned sunny with a crisp tinge to the air. We brunched at one of our favorite eateries, Farm. After a brisk walk, we landed in the university’s Art Museum to see its special exhibitions. Barry Gealt: Embracing Nature, proved provocative with a kaleidoscope of blues, purples, and greens. Prior to observing Gealt’s artwork, the thickest paint on a canvas I had ever seen was that of Vincent Van Gogh’s. Since Maine’s harbors are some of my favorites; as a result, it was a treat to view Gealt’s rendition of various Maine waterfronts. Another exhibit entitled Pioneers and Exiles: German Expressionism at the Indiana University Art Museum, proved less thrilling for my taste, although I noted with pleasure a work by Kandinsky, an artist I very much admire. Threads of Love: Baby Carriers from China’s Minority Nationalities perplexed us as to how babies were held in the exquisite carriers of woven threads and fabric. I found the carriers created by the Hmong people particularly intricate and fine.
Under the autumn sun we lost no time in embracing the last of the spectacular foliage on the forested campus. We crunched through leaves, stopped to snap photographs, and conversed with others partaking of the fine day.
All too soon Sunday afternoon reared its head. Anjelica and I bid each other adieu. I settled myself into the SUV for the journey home; she climbed the steps up the steps to her house to hunker down to study. As I waved goodbye, I missed her already.
Ciao for now.