Weekend

Jeff and I had a great weekend. Christina and Will drove up to visit us for a few days. They arrived on Friday night, and we were all exhausted. In fact, I had fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for them to get here, and was only half-awake when they came.

We went up to Fresno on Saturday, since there is nothing to do in Visalia when it rains. We went to the Fresno Art Museum and saw modern art. Ann Weber had paper media and big sculptures made of cardboard; Yoshiko Shimano did big silk wall prints; Stephen de Staebler had lame-o bronze sculptures about suffering or whatever; and Stacy Neff had a cool organic blown-glass structures. There were also collages by Nathan Bertoldi, which were overall pretty interesting. The permanent exhibit had oodles of pre-Columbian Central American stuff, and some more recent artwork, such as a Diego Rivera painting.
When we went home, we watched The Sixth Sense, which I'd never seen before. Good movie, better than I expected. Sort of beautiful, in fact. And great acting. I refused to let anyone spoil it for me, so I was really engaged and surprised by the ending.

Sunday morning, we went to Starbucks, for old time's sake, and then to the second service at church. After lunch at Mimi's, we went back to the house, and Will and Christina had to get ready to leave.

Though both are self-professed "dog people", Christina and Will were surprised to discover that they really enjoy cats. Will liked playing with Hobbes. And Hobbes, of course, loved the attention.