The Missing Grandma

My grandson had his first Chelsea art show last week.  I had been looking forward to it forever.  He was asked last year to participate and was somewhat hesitant because, like most artist and especially the deep down brilliant ones, he didn't trust himself.  He did, however, accepted the invite.


I decided that i would get someone to go with me and so i asked several men friends but nothing worked out.  My girlfriend moved to The Bronx with her boyfriend and so i know she couldn't  come. OK so i'll go by myself.   My dress decision was made and the bus route planned. The day arrived with hazy, hot, and humid weather.  I was sick to my stomach and  the body was aching.  Mid morning i discovered one of my fish was belly up.  I ended up texting my grandson and telling him i could not attend.  I was scared to even try which i'm finding is one of the side effects when the body doesn't move as well as it use too and the age is in the higher digits.

For days after i felt so guilty that i didn't attend and also sad that i missed the fun.  My grandson said the crowd was large.  There was an after party and good time was had by all.

The other night i remembered how horrible the weather was the night i had a showing of one of my sculptures and some jewelry at a group show..  TMB came in the rain and wind and granted me the proud pleasure of a grandson's attendance.  I know it was not easy for him to get there and i'm sure, as a then 15 year old, he had better things to do then go to his grandma's art show.

There will be other shows but this was the first big one and i am so sad that i didn't make it.  I guess i could have cabbed there and caught the bus home.  I didn't have to stay long--just make an appearance and celebrate this milestone with him. Sorry again T.