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M: Museums & Missing Magnolias

A to Z Challenge: My theme this year is NYC before and during the COVID-19 pandemic.

MUSEUMS: How can I not mention museums for M? (You saw my arts calendar; they’re a big deal.) The Husband and I have always loved museums and no matter where we travel, museums top our list of activities. After all, I majored in art and minored in art history (which seems like a long ago era in itself). With museums constantly adding exhibits throughout the year, becoming members to several made sense (I had to include the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens because, hey, the gardens are designed to be more than just a bunch of plants).

Did you know the first museum dates back to the Babylonian era, 2,500 years ago? Neither did I (reiterating my college days probably need to be carbon dated too). During an excavation of a Babylonian palace in 1925, British archaeologist Leonard Woolley discovered a collection of neatly organized and labeled artifacts. This early museum belonged to Princess Ennigaldi and contained items as ancient to her, as the fall of the Roman Empire is to us. Crazy to think about. The idea that the science of archaeology existed in 530 BCE, blew Woolley’s mind. Coming across artifacts spanning a couple of thousands of years, all jumbled together, would be like an ancient jigsaw puzzle. Items included inscriptions from the Kassite period around 1,400 BCE; a 2,058 BCE statue of a Babylonian king; another statue dating to 1,700 BC; and a large votive stone mace-head believed to date back 2,200 BCE. All of this is so fascinating to me. I have to wonder, considering so much of our current world is digital, what tangible discoveries would future civilizations unearth when our society disappears? Would they find evidence of our technological advancements? It’d be a shame if they thought we only got as far as floppy disks and Blockbuster.

My actual Blockbuster card (circa 1998) unearthed last year from an ancient handbag stuffed in a closet.

MISSING MAGNOLIAS: Mourning, mopey, melancholy, marooned, are a few of the other M-words I could easily monologue right now. We’re halfway through this A to Z Challenge and I admit, my momentum is waning, but at least there’s an end in sight after “Z.” The virus, however, lacks a clear end date. With so many other things to be missing right now, like my family, it rings a bit petty to bemoan missing this spring’s magnolia blooms, but y’all don’t need to see a meltdown. So here we go.

One of the few things I can appreciate humidity for (including sunsets), are the plants that thrive in this muggy environment. Coming from the dry Colorado climate, magnolias were simply never a thing in my world until I moved here. Last year it was Magnolia Mania.

This year, we’ve only been able to catch a few blooms since we don’t venture out too often these days. We did manage to see a beauty earlier in March.

For your viewing pleasure, here’s a video I took of a magnolia tree with some early blooms:

A: Arts Calendar & Apartment Life 24/7

A to Z Challenge: My theme this year is NYC before and during the COVID-19 pandemic.

ARTS CALENDAR: It only took me a year to figure out I needed one. New York City is a busy place, comprised with only what I can describe as an incessant plethora of activities. I shouldn’t have been surprised, given it was one of the reasons we moved here; I just didn’t realize it’d require a pocket guide to keep track.

March was shaping up to be a busy month of culture for me with a variety of new museum exhibits, poetry workshops and readings, and concerts. I can’t bring myself to the turn the page and see Elton John, Barclays Center, written under April 11. Who knew March would be the longest month of nothing.

Fortunately, most museums have opened up their virtual doors so we can at least check out exhibits from afar, but otherwise, it’s all on hold as the world grapples with a pandemic.

But hey, that’s just the way it goes. Most things will get rescheduled. It’s not the end of the world . . . wait . . . *thinks about it* . . . so anyway . . .

APARTMENT LIFE 24/7: The Husband and I have both worked from home for at least ten years, so this new normal shouldn’t be so new, yet somehow, our 800+ square foot space suddenly feels a bit smaller.

Like, why do his toenail clipping sound so much louder? Has that faucet always dripped? What’s that smell? When did that annoying tick of yours start? It’s almost time for my 10:00 a.m. nap.

We have our respective wings in our 2b/2b, rectangle-shaped apartment. At the end of the day, we’ll meet in the middle for dinner and TV time. We’re fortunate to have lots of natural light, so when we eventually emerge from hiding, our eyes should be able to withstand the daylight.

After I completed my novel, I had planned to reward myself by taking a little time to wander museums in the mornings, but that got nixed before I could say MoMa. Now, waiting for agents to respond to my queries is like watching those toenails grow.

It’s Day 1 of this A to Z Challenge and as you can tell, the snark has set in.