I don't know art, but I know what I like

There was a break in the clouds yesterday that was long enough to visit the Nasher Sculpture Center. You need a little sunshine for that one, since a lot of the art is outdoors. We had a little sunshine:

I had intended to nap and lounge about all afternoon, but with weather like we've had lately, you have to take the opportunity to stand in whatever sunlight you get. 

Cas came to pick me up at about 2. I felt bad that he didn't have a machete to get from his car to my door. The lawn is just a little out of control, and it's trying to drag the sidewalk down with it. I couldn't help it, either. It's rained every day for what has felt like months. I think it's been more like 20 days or so, but the whole city is generally damp and sick of flood warnings. We lost power at work three times last week, and it knocked out the Internet each time. Sheesh. 

So, with this strange light source and a lack of water falling from the sky, my sweetie thought it was the perfect day to use our guest passes to the Nasher. Good timing; they expire today. 

They had an exhibit by an artist who makes large pieces with wood, fabric and paint. Maybe I missed a class in college, but I thought it was crap. What do I know, right? 

There were several things that looked to me like garbage. I asked Cas- if this was in your neighbor's yard, would you be mad? I know I would be. Here's a sampling: 

Looks like junk to me, but Then again, I majored in literature. 

After that, we stopped by the grocery store to pick up wine and food. The plan was to watch a movie and eat dinner at my place. Afternoon out, evening in. We also talked seriously about some of our house-buying plans. Good thing, too. It's all starting to feel pretty real, and we need to be on the same page. I'm pumped. He appears to be excited, too. 

For today, I think I may actually be able to roll my lawnmower across the front yard. I have to wait a little bit, since it's just after 7am, and it's downright un-neighborly to make that kind of noise this early. 

I'll leave you with the photo I took of Cas standing inside of a curved sculpture. I'm calling the photo Timmy awaits Lassie's return:

Happy Sunday, everyone. Only a week of school left!