There was also an exhibit of the 1000 Journals Project, which was great. (In case you're not familiar with the concept: one thousand blank journals, released into the wild, for people to write in and pass along.) There were about a dozen on display, along with pens, pencils, and art supplies for visitors to add their own. I wrote a bit myself, in 988; I tried to talk T into drawing something, but the most he would do was let me tape in one of his photographs. So we both made our mark, which was great. But I do wish I'd had a little more time to think about doing something really creative. There are some wonderful things in those books: collage, artwork, writing.
After finishing at the museum, we went for lunch at Samovar, a tea room in Yerba Buena Gardens. Which was perfect; I can't imagine a better escape from a storm than a cup of tea and a warm waffle (made with ginger, which goes surprisingly well with maple syrup), sitting with T as we watch the rain through a big picture window. A very civilized trip all around.
Now we are home, and it's still raining. I guess this means summer really is over.