Hello from Kansas

It's not a Tuscan villa - it's the cafeteria in the Nelson Atkins museum in Kansas City. Lovely.

I was up at 5:30 am to make the flight, but typically, it was at least an hour late out of Newark. First, the announcement that the cleaners had not arrived yet to clean the plane. Then, 'the cleaners are working on the plane but there is a boken armrest on one of the seats and we are waiting for the mechanic.' When we finally boarded 40 min. late, the pilot announced that there were ten planes ahead of us and it would be about 35 minutes till we took off. Teensy plane: 2 seats on one side of the aisle and 1 on the other.

So, when I got to K.C. and my friend Bonnie picked me up, lunch and two museums were my reward . The Nelson Atkins museum has a wonderful sculpture garden full of Henry Moores. But then there was this sculpture - in fact, several of them around the grounds. And I couldn't resist. Bonnie callls it a shuttlecock; to me, it is a birdie. I love these quirky things! After the museums, Bonnie drove me through the Plaza, which is a lovely outdoor shopping area - architecturally different from the one in West Palm Beach, but similar high-end stores and yes, there was a Chico's - but no time to stop - or even take a picture. We stopped at the farm to buy purple asparagus (which is so tender, you eat it raw) and then we stopped at the mall, where I took my final picture of the day.We are going to do just that - grilling steaks tonight. Tomorrow, a pedicure and a stop at the Birkenstock store. Stay tuned.