Today, we did the Museum of Contemporary Art in downtown Jacksonville. It was Sunday. Most of downtown was deserted except for the homeless, with all shops and eateries locked up tight. Even the museum cafe was closed. We found one place open to grab a bite to eat before going to the museum-- a small coffee shop, bookstore combination that was somewhat bohemian and artsy and served "coffee and", as my great aunts used to say. The museum was three floors of a small, nondescript building that could have been a school with classrooms replaced by open-space galleries on the second two floors. The first floor housed the cafe and a small shop. The exhibits on the second and third floors were several temporary photography collections. They had one excellent Ansel Adams and a few other notable works. Everything else I could have done without, particularly one of the feature artists who documented heroin addicts in the seventies. The museum was not currently exhibiting any works in their permanent collection (wikipedia claims they have some paintings). It is associated with the University of North Florida which bought the museum in 2009. They had a small room featuring current works by faculty. You are not missing anything.
So much for trying to lift my spirits. Monday it is back to Mayo at 8am where I will discuss the game plan for the week. The agenda includes the appointment with interventional radiology tuesday AM. They are just one rung down from surgeons on my list of people to avoid. I am running low on resolve; I wanna be sedated.
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