F or the almost 20 years that she lived in Mexico, one of my late mother's Irish friends frequently mentioned having a "No Day." A day with no social obligations, chores, tasks, or other work that interfered with whatever personal interests took one's fancy on the day in question. Since today -- a gray and chilly Saturday -- is Mom's birthday, the Grand Duchess is out with friends, and the Young Master is ensconced on the sofa in the TV room with a cold, yours truly is taking his own such No Day. I think Mom would approve of my decision to make the world go away, as the old Eddie Arnold song intoned, even if only for a little while. So, I will spend Saturday afternoon focused on that first squadron and small regimental staff of Eureka Saxon cuirassiers. These have stood waiting untouched over on the painting table for almost three weeks while we skied and otherwise gadded about with snowy, winter outdoor activities. I hope to share a painting update Sunday...
Here's a high angle shot inspired by so many films noir of the 1940s-50s. As they survey the deserted town around them, the Grand Duke Irwin Amadeus II and his staff wonder where in the world the regiment of stollenian dragoons is. Were they scattered and eaten by Catzilla? Have they emigrated en masse to the colonies in North America? Or have they discovered cheap beer and curious peasant girls in a nearby village? Scroll down the page to find out!
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