Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head

After the magnificent day of sun yesterday, we are back in the doldrums of dark and rainy weather.  I really like it!  But most people find it very oppressive.  In fact, I looked on our ipad's weather app to see what was in store for today and this is what it said:

Barbeque  - Poor
Beachgoing - Poor
Dog Walking - Poor
Hair Frizz Risk - Moderate
Kite Flying - Poor
Lawn Mowing - Poor
Outdoor Activity - Poor
Outdoor Concert - Poor
Stargazing - Poor
Bicycling - Poor
Fishing - Poor
Golf - Poor
Jogging - Poor
Running - Poor
Sailing - Poor
Skateboarding - Poor
Skiing - Fair
Tennis - Poor
Arthritis Risk - High
Common Cold Risk - High
Sinus Risk - Moderate
Asthma Risk - Low
Flu Risk - Low
Migraine Risk - Low

I don't think anyone reads that report, because I see a lot of bicyclists, joggers, runners, dog walkers and people like us out for a walk.  But I didn't see anyone mowing their lawn.

This was our P-day....so after doing preparation things in the morning, we set out for a walk.  The temperature was 37 and there was a steady drizzle of rain...so the Mary Poppins was our constant companion.  It inverted only once....which was easily remedied.

Our destination was the Bertel Thorvaldsen Museum about a mile away.  We got there in good time, found a spot to leave the Mary Poppins and toured through the historic building.  Denmark lured him away from Italy where he was enjoying fame and fortune by building him a museum to house his works and his personal collection of art.

I don't know what it is about sculpture that puts me in awe.  He was a master of the human figure. You may recall that his figure of the Christus is the one all of the sculptures of Christ in our visitor's centers are patterned after.  It is magnificent.

We wandered through the building which was completed in 1849....it is much as it was then.  The floors are inlaid tile which is uneven from the many years of wear, but still beautiful.  The display cabinets are the original ones.  Looking out at the courtyard, we realized even the windows were the old leaded glass with some distortions. The plaster models were darkened with age, but the marble sculptures were gleaming white and jaw-droppingly beautiful.

He really had no intention of doing a self-portrait but was finally induced to create this image of himself.  He holds a hammer in his right hand, a chisel in his left, and his arm is resting on a sculpture of the Goddess of Hope.  It is an incredible sculture that seems to capture the very essence of the man.

Look at the close-up of their hands.

How do you do this with a hammer and chisel?

We walked back to the apartment taking another route.  This city is so charming.  Walking is a pleasure.  At one point we saw a baby carriage...inside bundled up from head to foot was a baby perhaps 1 year old.  Her little face was all that was showing from the interior and even under the wraps, the baby was in a snowsuit.  Her little eyes were large dark orbs and her cheeks rosy, and she watched the sights go by - seeming to take everything in.

After dinner, SK went to a meeting at the center and I went to Relief Society.  There were 9 of us there.  We made Christmas ornaments!  I had admired some that a sister had made and they figured that this was a good time to make them since Sister Hansen will be leaving in April.  It was fun....and I brought home materials to make another one.

Sister Bjerrum gave me these beautiful angels and she showed me how to make the little ball ornament!

Now...see what a lovely day I would have missed had I paid attention to that weather report?