yesterday was a sun day

Marcello was tired and cranky. We decided that we could not go to the Bronx Zoo with our friends. Yet we were dying to get out on such a golden fall day.

We decided to go to the Guggenheim Museum to check out the Kandinsky show. Well, the art did not go over so well. Marcello liked the shapes and colors, even the texture. However, about the third bend in the Lloyd Wright building, he was pretty restless. So imagine our surprise when we saw children laying on the floor doing art. Horray.

Marcello did not take up any of the "suggestions" like a "white zig zag" or a "picnic" that we looked over quickly. He started to draw our building. A woman named Shannon started to ask him about his piece at some point. She said his piece reminded her of one of the prints called "into the dark" by Vasily K. So we went to discuss the piece on the wall and he was not too interested, although Shannon was right that M describes our basement as dark and stinky (such a hyperbole--it is where the garbage and recycling are).

So, in the middle of this conversation, he asked about their basement. She claimed that it is not accessible to patrons, just people who were there. This upset him, and he ran off. Down the spiral. After apologizing, I ran after Marcello yelling across the spiral "Stop!" So he is almost a floor down and his dad was only halfway down, when I found the stairs. I grabbed him, and we all continued down to find the cafe and then the bookroom. So I tried my best to engage him in a Picasso book. He was still grumbling about the basement. Along came a man to open a panel, and I grabbed the opportunity for Marcello to ask this guy a question about the basement.

Little did I know, this guy was an engineer. It all happened so easily. Marcello and I inquired, and the man said, "I can show you." We happily headed down. The luck! We saw the man's studio, computer, tools, and even ran into Shannon on our way out. It was the first time anyone had ever had such a tour! Shannon was headed into the art ed room. We waved and were ready to head out on this high note. Sorry, no photos--our digital camera died.