Albuquerque Art Museum
I was told that I had to amuse myself. Thea and Terri wanted to sew and go junking. Greg, Audrey and Alex had to work. So after a green chili cheeseburger at Blake’s Lotaburger, I was off to the Albuquerque Museum. When I parked, I saw a sign that read “Free Parking for Musum Visitors” with the note to tell the cashier which slot you were in. After walking around the outdoor sculpture grounds twice, I suddenly got worried that I hadn’t been inside to purchase admittance or tell the cashier anything. It was just a moment of reality. I needn’t have worried at all. I was probably one of fifteen visitors that day.