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Just got back from the MFA; will probably go again tomorrow. We spent much of our time there sitting and reading in the shady courtyard, with the fountain and the statuary. I realized that Ricky didn't want to look at anything in particular, or even look at anything at all; he just wanted to spend time within the museum, for its own sake. During his last visit in the fall, see, I bought him a museum membership, and I didn't realize what a treasure this would be for him. He has since told me, repeatedly, that the MFA is the only organization of which he is a real card-carrying member, and he had been counting the days until he could actually visit it again. Just to sit on a chair in a museum courtyard filled him with pride and happiness.

I suggested that maybe tomorrow we visit the DeCordova museum in Lincoln, to mix things up. "I dunno... no," he said. "I don't wanna start switching museums."

"Switching museums?" I said.

"Yeah. That would be like switching churches!"