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Mothers' Day 2015

The Cafe La C'Art is the sweet and savory corner of the Tucson Museum of Art, downtown, built on the site of what once had been the edge--literally on part of the original Presidio San Augustin del Tucson fortress wall dating back to 1775--and we, ourselves of a certain age, decided to have brunch there on Mothers' Day.


Michael joined us to make it an official Mother-Son event.  I joined them to make it an official excuse not to cook at home, and for fun.

We had not asked for a table on the patio because we have lived here long enough to know that it can be hotter than hell in Tucson at this time of the year. That is why many Snowbirds have already flown north in order not to miss the mosquito season in Minnesota.  But, of course, today it is wonderfully balmy; even in early afternoon it is not yet quite 80 degrees F.

 After insuring that we had gotten our fair share from the buffet table, Michael went home to rest from his labors, and Mari and I went to the Art Museum itself, where Gail had left a gift for Mari, just in case Mari wanted to explore the Gift Shop.  She did, after we reminded ourselves what a delightful thing is the Art Museum.





We became members of the Museum, again, reminded again why we had liked it so much on our earlier sojourns to The Old Pueblo, and at the same time promising ourselves, without ties that bind, that if we ever move again it will be to downtown Tucson.  We are easy on that vow, because we live only ten minutes north of there now.

There are the small events--small occasions--in our lives when we plan to do something special--something like a Mothers Day brunch, or a birthday celebration--when it turns out to be just "OK".

Today was not just OK.  It was lovely, and the spell is not breaking.






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