




Just some fun today with Bill Deal and the Rhondels!
Philosophy of Chicken Enchiladas


The fortune…


When seven-year-old Alice got home from school, her mother asked her what she’d learned that day.“We learned how to make babies,” said Alice.
Alice’s mother was shocked. She sent her daughter outside to play, then she called Alice’s teacher to complain that the things she was teaching were not appropriate for second graders.
“Did you ask her to explain how it’s done?” said the teacher.
“No,” said the mother.
“Ask her, then call me back,” said the teacher.
Alice’s mother went outside to where her daughter was playing and asked her, “So how do you make babies?”
Alice replied, “You drop the ‘y’ and add ‘ies’.”
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Yesterday was the birthday of Keith Relf, lead vocalist for The Yardbirds, a group that at one time included Eric Clapton, Jimmy Page and Jeff Beck. A gifted musician, Relf died at age 33, electrocuted while playing an improperly grounded electric guitar. Here’s one of their hits.
We’re not going to let anything stop us!


A good start here…



Bada Bing!
I bought one of those universal remote controls and thought to myself “this changes everything”.
After my son’s team won the soccer game, the goalkeeper invited the two of us for a party.It was the Father, the Son, and the goalie host.
What do you call a Magician who’s lost his magic?Ian.
The rain was pouring down outside O’Connor’s Irish Pub. There standing in front of a big puddle outside the pub was an old Irishman, drenched, holding a stick, with a piece of string dangling in the water.A passer-by stopped and asked him, “What are you doing?” “Fishing” replied the old man. Feeling sorry for the old man, the gent says, “Come in out of the rain and have a drink with me.”In the warm ambiance of the pub, as they sip their whiskies, the gentleman, being a bit of a superior smart ass, cannot resist asking,”So how many have you caught today?””You’re the 8th”, replied the old man.
If you had to describe yourself in one word, what would it be? Bad at following directions.


Thinking about the garden!
It’s the birthday (in 1685) of J. S. Bach. There’s so much to choose from!!! I kind of like this one for Monday morning, though.

This past week saw the birthday of Rosa Bonheur (16 March 1822), primarily a painter of animals but also a sculptor and widely recognized as the most famous female painter of the 19th century. She was born in Bordeaux, Gironde and was the oldest in a family of artists. Her father was a landscape and portrait painter and her siblings include the painters Auguste Bonheur and Julliette Bonheur and the sculptor Isidore Jules Bonheur.
The Bonheur family adhered to Saint-Simeonism, a political, religious and social movement which, among other things, promoted the education of women alongside men. As a very young child she loved to sketch and her mother taught her to read and write by asking her to choose and draw a different animal for each letter of the alphabet. After a failed apprenticeship with a seamstress at age 12, her father began training her as a painter. He allowed live animals into the family’s studio for her to study. At 14 she began to copy paintings in The Louvre and she studied animal anatomy and bone structure in the abattoirs of Paris and dissected them at the National Veterinary Institute.
In 1849, she received a commission by the French Government and the result was the painting ‘Ploughing in the Nivernais’ which received a first class medal at the salon.

The focus of the painting is almost entirely on the dozen Charolais oxen, the farmer behind them is almost invisible. It is similar to some Dutch painters in its clarity and light. This painting, together with ‘The Horse Fair’, above, are her two most famous paintings. These works led to fame and recognition and she traveled to Scotland where she met Queen Victoria, who was an admirer of her work. While she was more popular in England than in France, she was decorated with the Legion of Honour by the Empress Eugénie.
Women were often only reluctantly educated as artists in Bonheur’s day, and by becoming such a successful artist she helped to open doors to the women artists that followed her. She was fairly openly a lesbian; she lived with her first partner, Nathalie Micas, for over 40 years until Micas’ death, and later began a relationship with the American painter Anna Elizabeth Klumpke.
Rosa Bonheur broke boundaries by deciding to wear pants, shirts and ties. She did not do this because she wanted to be a man, though she occasionally referred to herself as a grandson or brother when talking about her family; rather, Bonheur identified with the power and freedom reserved for men. Bonheur, while taking pleasure in activities usually reserved for men (such as hunting and smoking), viewed her womanhood as something far superior to anything a man could offer or experience. She viewed men as stupid and mentioned that the only males she had time or attention for were the bulls she painted.
With the advent of Impressionism and Post-Impressionism, Bonheur and her naturalism fell from fashion but has since recovered to some extent. She was certainly a remarkable woman and paved the way for many women who came after her. She died on 25 May, 1899 and was buried in Paris. Here is a photo of her taken in the 1890s followed by some of her works.




Interior decorating in small NYC apartments – what we can aspire to (photos by Sallie Davies)






Missed this…






Yesterday was the birthday (in 1844) of Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov. I suppose my favorite of his works is Scheherazade, but that’s too long for this blog, so here is one of his shorter pieces. It’s very fun!
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