Saturday, September 16, 2017

"OM" is where the heart is.


There were several titles I was considering for today's post, and one of them was even more corny than the one I chose: "There is no place like 'OM'". And given one of the exhibits, it would have been equally appropriate.

- - - - - -

I had only one thing on my "to do" list today, and this was to see my niece in NYC, and visit the Rubin Museum. And this almost didn't happen, but I'm glad it did.

Waking up this morning, I had to repeat my usual Thursday procedure for when the cleaning lady is expected. If I'm going out as Marian, get myself shaved, showered, made up, dressed, and out the door before the cleaning lady's expected arrival. Unlike most "Cleaning Lady" days, I had to call her to see what her schedule would be, so that I could be dressed as Mario if she were to come early in the day.

Calling my cleaning lady, I found out that she would be over late in the afternoon if it were possible to come today, and if not, to expect her next Thursday. So I got myself ready, packed away key traces of Marian, and was out the door by 12:30 pm.  The first thing I did was to get a quick bite to eat. And then I tried to take a nap in my car.  Although I couldn't get completely unconscious, I was able to rest enough to be able to be fully awake for the remainder of the day.

To kill time, I decided to go window shopping at The Avenue in Co-Op City.  They had a couple of Autumnal dresses that I liked (not yet visible on their online site). However, I decided not to buy them, knowing that I'd have a $60+ bill for dinner with my niece tonight, a possible $40 outlay seeing the Cat Lady tomorrow, a $100 outlay seeing HWV on Sunday, and another $150 out of pocket when my Uncle comes in from California next week.  Ouch! Instead, I decided to kill a little more time by going to the Bagel Cafe next door. As I was about to leave the Bagel Cafe, I had a need to take a bio break. Unfortunately, the door was locked.  Given that I don't know how clean the loo was in this place, I gambled on holding my fluids until I got to the museum.

Luckily, I was able to find a parking spot about 2 short blocks from the subway station, and I hopped on the train. And it was then that I received a text from my niece to suggest that we meet next week because she was running late at work.  After about 15 minutes of texting back and forth, we agreed to meet at the museum even though she was going to be a little late.  This was the best decision either of us could have made, given the conversation we would have later on.

I arrived at the Rubin Museum shortly after 6, and proceeded to the Ladies' Room to take care of important business. Around 6:30, my niece arrived, and we proceeded to the top floor of the museum for an aural exhibit. One of the spaces had a recording of many people chanting "OM" and explained how that one sound related to Tibetan Buddhism. And that's where I got the above picture of my niece who had already been listening to the chant for about 5 minutes.  Both of us said that we could easily come to the museum just to listen to that chant for several hours.

We toured the museum, and stopped in the Tibetan Buddhist Shrine Room to listen to the docent talk about the exhibit. It was very informative, but we moved on before the talk was over. By the time we were done at the museum, it was after 8:30, and we ended up going to dinner at one of my favorite Szechwan restaurants, Legend.  And it was there, in spite of the noise around us, that we had the chat that made the trip worthwhile for both of us.

I won't go into many of the details about our conversation, but family sexual issues were discussed in a "matter of fact" way.  (All I will say is that we were NOT talking about the act itself, but talking about how sex and its ramifications has affected us for 3 generations.) We also found another common interest between the two of us - a love for movies. And she loves one of my favorite "it's so bad, it's good" flicks - Killer Klowns from Outer Space. This is when I told her about the Alamo Drafthouse in Yonkers. You can bet that she'll be a regular there when worthwhile films are playing.

By the time we were done with dinner, it was close to 10:30, and we headed to the subway. She got off at Penn Station, while I took the line to the Bronx. Getting off at my stop, I saw that Ex-GF-M's lights were on. But there was no way I was going to say hello that late at night. So I ended up driving home to find an apartment which had not yet been visited by the cleaning lady.

Alas, I'll have to juggle my Mario/Marian schedule again next week....


No comments:

Post a Comment