Today was our first open house (and probably the last while we are in residence), which was scheduled from 2 to 5. Another realtor scheduled a showing from 12:15 - 1:30. The upshot was that we had 5 hours to kill - a better option if we could decide the day and time we want to be out and about.
In the morning we completed the usual drill - vacuuming the floor, filling the bird feeders, and clearing off surfaces. Then we loaded up the car with suitcases, an ice cream maker, and miscellaneous items for Good Will, glasses for a Lions Club donation center, paint for hazardous waste, and electronic devices for recycling. We left at noon and spent about two hours delivering the car's content.
Next we went to the NC Museum of Art to see a Norman Rockwell exhibit. It included all the Saturday Evening Post covers he had illustrated. We were pulled up short by an issue that contained the memoirs of Mussolini. Decades worth of covers reflected the nation's preoccupations - the Depression, World War II, and witch hunts of the 1950's. There were articles by Whitaker Chambers and ones about the "Reds." There were stories by Scott Fitzgerald, Arthur Conan Doyle, and Agatha Cristie. The Rockwell material was worth the price of admission, but I especially valued being reminded of recent US cultural history. As I wrote this entry I discovered that the Saturday Evening Post exists as an on-line magazine, apparently benefiting from its association with Rockwell. The exhibited ended with a powerful section on "Murder in Mississippi." I left the museum with far greater respect for Rockwell.
When we left the museum snow was falling. Not the best day for an open house - apparently one person (couple?) dropped in.
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