A photograph of racing dogs seemed more appropriate, given my current state of mind, than racing horses.
Well, Sir, we are almost there. The final day of classes is next Tuesday after which I have final drafts of papers to read and final course grades to submit online. And then it's time to start painting all of these wagons, carts, and teams. Our friend in Berlin, "Tante Anita," took delivery of the Berliner Zinnfiguren 30mm forge last Saturday, which the Grand Duchess will transport home in her carry-on baggage when she returns after her approaching three-week research tip to Berlin in May.
Naturally, I'd love to be in Berlin during May myself, but there you are. The Young Master and I will hold down the fort in Mom's absence. Meanwhile, the Grand Duchess will enjoy, by all accounts, and judging from the photographs I've seen online, a a rather posh apartment somewhere on the western edge of the city. Let's just say it looks rather more opulent than anything she/we have stayed in during previous residencies and visits. Sigh. As Rod Stewart once sang many years ago now, some guys have all the luck. . . and some guys do nothin' but complain. Sigh again.
Otherwise, it's the usual end-of-semester dull roar here at Stollen Central. A sunny, warm(er) Good Friday so far. Feeling pretty good today, so I'll wear a suit to school later simply to celebrate being alive, if you'll pardon the somewhat oblique Gay Talese reference. And if you observe such things, Happy Good Friday. . . langfredag as it's known in Norwegian.