Georgia O’Keefe and Meow Wolf

On Monday I was having a General Conference hangover, which was funny because this is the first time I haven’t watched ANY conference. But I made the mistake of checking social media and found out the entire conference center ( 20,000 people) laughed at a woman for having questions about eternal polygamy. And then I heard that one speaker said that those who leave the Church never had a testimony in the first place.

So I was pretty upset all morning, and I was not fun to be around. The morning ended with me telling Abe how mad I am that he can still love an institution that is so toxic. And then I started sobbing, and then he hugged me, and then we both felt better.

Before this we went to the Georgia O’Keefe Museum. I was in a terrible mood so I didn’t enjoy it, even though I love Georgia O’Keefe. I ended up taking Ammon and Clarissa out of there after Ammon collapsed a table umbrella on top of an elderly family while Abe and I were chatting. They were not amused.

Abe took pictures and even though he didn’t know anything about Georgia O’Keefe, he is an artist at heart and immediately told me that her paintings were very feminine and sexual. I mean, I knew that because I have studied O’Keefe, but he just took a look at her paintings and knew. I don’t think I’m that astute.

Here I am still in a bad mood, but my kids are showing me what they learned at the O’Keefe museum.

After we were all feeling better, we headed to The New Baking Company and picked up pueblo pie and other treats before going to Meow Wolf. I really don’t know how to describe Meow Wolf. It’s basically a house that turns into a sci-fi novel and plays with your sense of reality, dimension, space and maybe even time. It’s fascinating. And very harrowing with young children because they can do things like slide down the dryer into another part of the house/world or open a fridge that’s a secret passage to another dimension…and if you’re not on top of it, they’re gone. Abe and I didn’t lose any kids, though, so we were really proud of ourselves.

The kids loved pretending to be baby birds and kept asking Abe and me to sit on them until they “hatched” themselves.

This fridge opened up into a different world. It was my favorite part of Meow Wolf. I feel like the fridge takes me away quite regularly in my own life, but this took that concept to a whole new level.

After Meow Wolf we ate rolled ice cream.

After Meow Wolf we headed to the park and played.

Then we went to a diner in Santa Fe and ate yummy enchiladas. Oh, they were so good.