February 21
Renoir in the 20th Century at LACMA. You have to pay an extra twenty bucks to see this giant compilation – room after room of paintings, and within each room an almost overpowering sameness. Of course I’m very glad to have seen it, but I didn’t come out a big fan.
Here’s what I wrote to Nancy about yesterday in response to ‘how are you feeling?’. (NA, Sharon, and I went to LACMA together):
“Better I think, thanks. I was a little buzzed out yesterday having taken not one but two allergy pills to quell the storm, but this morning I haven’t taken any so that’s good. I’m kind of agitated that I can’t read [on paper] comfortably. Maybe with the next cataract surgery I’ll pay the extra money for a guarantee to be able to read without glasses. Of course watch out what you ask for because then it could turn out that I could read and not see beyond a foot. Blah blah, I’m going to forget about this for awhile. I can drive. I can use the computer. I can take pictures. What else do I need to do?”