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January 03, 2006
Tatiana
Tatiana made her way through the Museum door. She was coming from the rain, she stood by the door for a minute, took a deep breath, then she carefully put her colorful umbrella on the side close to the door. Afterward she took off her raincoat folded it carefully and put it in the large bag she carried with her. She walked to the guard "may I leave my umbrella here, would it be okay"? she asked while she smiled. The guard walked closer to her" We can not be responsible for it, you know some one might like it and then you have to walk home in the rain", he said while smiling back at Tatiana. She nodded her head and turned back, toward the umbrella, picked it up, and folded it carefully, then took a plastic bag from her bag and put the folded umbrella inside the plastic bag and back in the large bag. she then held up the large bag to see what kind of impact the bag would have on her carrying it around with her. It was a but heavier than she hoped for. She made a face and then she walked on.
She walked inside after buying a ticket from the guard man. Once inside the main auditorium the lights were bright and the air was warmer. She took a Paphmlet from the side of the desk were the guard was stationed. and looked through it. she then slowly walked to the side of the wall, put her bag on the floor. and looked more thoroughly at the pamphlet. She had the whole after noon. There was nobody home waiting for her, and there was nothing else that demanded her attention at all. she could take her time and enjoy her quiet adventure. She decided to see the paintings firs. they were exhibited on the first floor and not too far from where she was. She picked up her bag again and walked toward the right of the auditorium.
The Museum was not crowded. and she could walk freely. she liked the quietness of the museum, since the girls had moved away, living alone by herself had made her appreciate the silence that comes with loneliness. At first it was a bit cumbersome for her, but she had learned to enjoy it. At Seventy she was still in good shape, she had gained a bit of weight lately, but she had always been energetic. She used to run her husband's shop single handedly, talking to customers, taking orders, and sometimes even help them carrying the merchandise to their car. Raising two girls and running her over size house at the same time. she had learned long time ago that to avoid the black clouds she had to stay busy and staying busy, she did most of her life.
Posted by Idinraha at January 3, 2006 02:18 PM