Trip to the Museum
I planned on going to the Museum of Fine Arts today if the weather permitted. Snow was in the forecast and I wasn’t sure what it was going to be like. I woke up early enough and when I saw outside, it had stopped snowing. There wasn’t that much on the ground so I decided to get going. I took a shower and made coffee. My mother can always be counted upon to make snide remarks. She was washing clothes so I took off my shirt. I didn’t think it was a big deal. She has seen me naked before. But she had to say that it was shameful. I tried not to let it bother me but it did. She can be such a bitch.
As I wasn’t heading to the Square, I took my time in getting ready. I went to Walgreens to fill my prescription and then went to the bus stop. Luckily I didn’t have to wait too long as it was cold out. I did have to wait a bit for the train. I don’t know why people talk to me when I have my headphones on. There was a guy that got on the elevator with me to go to the platform. At the platform he starts a conversation with me, telling me how his girlfriend kicked him out and he is now homeless. I could give two shits about his problems. He just went on and on and I was praying for the train to hurry up. Luckily when it did come, he got on another car and I did too. I only had two stops to go to catch another train.
I got off at the museum stop and walked to the entrance. I am glad it was at the front of the building. I haven’t been to the museum in years and the last I went, it was through some door around the corner. It wasn’t there this time, just in the front of the building with stairs. Great! I didn’t see a ramp I could walk up so I did the stairs. Thankfully, they were wide enough apart and not that many. I didn’t have any problems with my membership card and walked through the museum. I had to ask where the Frida Kahlo exhibit was. It was on the 3rd floor of the place. I asked if there was an elevator and there was. I had to walk through a fancy dining hall to get to where I was going.
I got to the 3rd floor and looked for the exhibit. I was excited that I was finally going to see her art. Or thought I was. There were photos of Frida and then photos that she took, about 9 or so. I was so disappointed. My calf was starting to hurt from the brace. I walked around to see the other exhibits on the floor then made my way back to the exit, feeling downhearted. I had waited all year for this exhibited to be shown and for it to not be what I was expecting was just upsetting. When I came down the first floor, I saw the Egyptian exhibit and would have seen that but my calf was fricken barking at me. I left and then sat down in front of the museum to post online about my disappointment. I rested a few minutes as I just missed the train and would have to wait at least 10 mins for the next one.
I made my way across the street and waited. There wasn’t any seating so I had to stand. My calf was really bothering me and I don’t know why. I still had to go to Stop and Shop to see if I could get a disposable 10 inch pie plate. By the time I made it back, the temperature dropped and the wind was bitter cold. I didn’t have to wait too long for the bus to the store. I found a 9×9 square pan that I can use. Then I walked back to the bus stop. As I was walking, I saw a bus roll by. I knew I would have to wait. I still needed to get to the pharmacy to pick up my prescription. The next bus came about five minutes later. I was really cold. My calf decided it was going to hurt me even if I was sitting down. I couldn’t understand it as this device is made for fucking walking so it shouldn’t be bothering me. I guess I did too much.
I was starving by the time I came home as I didn’t eat lunch or really have breakfast. I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. My mother had been baking and used my damn walnuts for her banana bread. Now I need to buy them because I don’t have enough for my cake. I am so fucking pissed. She was arguing with me about how much was left. I need a half cup and there is maybe a fourth of a cup left. Then we were talking about the oven use. She plans on making pies Wednesday. I don’t have money until then to get the fucking walnuts so she will have to wait to make her pies. I should have bought them when I bought the cranberries but I didn’t think my mother was going to use my ingredients for her stuff. Damn bitch. She didn’t even ask if she could have them. I am so damn annoyed. Then she wants me to make dinner because she needs to “rest”. Are you fucking kidding me?? She is making cookies as I am writing this. I think she can make dinner while she is at it. Think I need an Ativan before I explode.