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...
Well, yesterday was a good day as far as 41st birthdays go. Had some nice cards and gifts, a delightful dinner out at one of our favorite Indian restaurants (courtesy of the lovely Grand Duchess Sonja), and even about 90 minutes yesterday afternoon of painting on the fourth and final batch of Zichenauer infantry. You can see in the background that I have yet to finish the muskets of the third company, but I’ll get there in the next day or so.
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-- Jeff
For my 51st birthday last month my lovely lady got me an Ott lite, the better to see when I paint. :-)
and
lycklig födelsedag
Cheers
Best Regards,
Stokes
-- Allan