On Saturday, I ventured to Philadelphia to visit the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I haven’t been there for close to nine months and since I am a member, I wanted to pay the museum a visit.
My entrance time was 11:30 am. I went to the Italian Market beforehand to go to Taffet’s gluten-free bakery to pick up some Challah bread. I ended up getting GF biscotti and a GF Philly pretzel (I haven’t had one since the diagnosis), then some fresh vegetables from across the street. I hope the Art Museum would let me in with all of the groceries.
Before I hopped on the bus, I stopped at Starbucks for my favourite PSL, and loved the sticky notes that the employees posted for customers to take. I took the pumpkin notes:
As I began to walk to the bus, an elderly man down on his luck was asking for money. I stopped and said, “I don’t have money, but I have an abundance of produce. Would you care for some of the produce?” He didn’t need anything, he thanked me for my kindness, he could tell I have a good heart, then proceeded to tell me: “I’m not homeless. I’m retired and what I get in retirement money, goes to rent and living expenses. I don’t have much. While some produce sounds nice, I don’t really like peppers.” (I had an over abundance of peppers.) I believed him, he thanked me again, and I continued on my way to the bus.
I just made it and they dropped me off at the front of the museum. I climbed the Rocky steps and as I made it to the top, since it was 11:30 at that point, I realized the front of the museum was closed. I had to walk down the ramp and walk to the side. I made it in at 11:35. My temperature was checked, the guards looked through my bag, and despite the produce, I was good to go.
As I walked through the long hallway to the stairs, I saw my favourite security guard! We were so happy to see one another and we caught up for a few minutes. I’m finding some people are like me: the mask muffles communication and conversations are limited. That’s okay, I haven’t seen her in almost 9 months and it was great to see her and that she was doing well.
While most of the exhibits were opened, there were limits to how many people could be in a gallery. I took quick photos and had some guests take photos too. Most of the visitors were from the tri-state area, and from other parts of the US. It felt odd not seeing all of the international guests that usually visit, pre-COVID.
At around 1:45, the Art Museum started to get really crowded. My personal rule since I am considered high risk: avoid large crowds, and wash my hands like crazy. I probably won’t be going back to the Art Museum for a while; since Friday night performances are on hold (as are Wednesday after-hour events), I probably will only go for new exhibits. I became a member for the entertainment and activities. They’re online, so I can still do them from the comfort of my own home! The Philadelphia Museum of Art was more crowded than the Academy of Natural Sciences and the Franklin Institute. However, I went to those two museums in August. I’m taking dad to the FI on Saturday for a belated birthday gift, I’ll see if autumn draws more people to museums.
I climbed the Rocky stairs again and had someone take my photo of the beautiful autumn scene behind me, for my Happiness Box.
After, I took the bus to Old City and went to the Independence Hall Park. There was this one maple, full red and orange. It was gorgeous and I had to take some photos. A family visiting from California took my picture underneath the tree.
I still have to print the photo, but I want to use the photo of me underneath the tree for Saturday’s Happiness Box photo. I already wrote the note and stuck the sticky notes on the front, I just have to print a photo. I might also print the other tree photos (without me).
I had a lovely day and I absolutely love autumn. I can’t wait to spend more time outside and enjoy nature’s beauty of letting go.