Turner at the Met

I went to NYC on Friday to see the Turner exhibit at the Met, which was wonderful. I've always been a fan of Turner, especially his watercolors and late oils, which are almost impressionistic, but show a very loose hand. He wasn't always popular with the critics in his time, but none doubted that he was the great talent of his generation.

It was also an experiment, to see if taking the Bolt Bus is a good way to get down and back. Turns out it is. The bus leaves South Station at 7:30am, gets to NYC at 11:30am, and drops you off at the corner of 8th and 34th, a block from Penn Station. The C train is right downstairs, goes uptown to 81st, where you take the crosstown bus to the Met. The whole day, including lunch, came to about $70, and I didn't have to drive or park! I can budget for that, so I'll definitely do that again! In fact, it's only a block from the Hotel Pennsylvania, where Queenee and I try to stay when we go into town, so it would be a better way to get there for our trips also.

Of course, we won't be making that trip anytime soon. I've got a call in to the nuclear medicine department to see about scheduling her leukocyte scan. They are supposed to call us, but we haven't heard yet. She's doing very well, worried about the weather in the Keys and how the Krew are doing, but otherwise is fine. She is staying positive about the upcoming treatment/surgery for her ankle, which surprises nobody.