Another Labor Day is at hand. We're almost recovered from the jet lag and fatigue of travel. My orchids went nuts in my absence. I've got ten or so in bloom, including two very large ones. It's the folar feeding I started doing. Terry mowed yesterday, but there is still the weed whacking and general cleaning up to do. It never ends.
It's probably a mistake for us to go anywhere, because all hell breaks loose if we are not around to make sure things are going well. (Only kidding, but that is how it feels.) Our friend, Mary, the one we went to Peru with, had planned a trip to Italy with her husband. She was planning to attend a ceramics workshop there and also spend four days in Paris. Two weeks ago, as she was climbing a ladder to pick some papayas, she fell and landed on one leg, breaking it in three places. She is a risk taker, usually lucky, but this is such a bummer. I feel so sorry for her and keep sighing about it. And a mutual friend of ours had her house broken into. We are all getting on and can't take these setbacks gracefully. I am doing OK with the heart condition but it's not delightful, that is for sure.
Grow old along with me/The best is yet to be...I don't think so!!!
More: Another friend of ours fell off a ladder in our absence! He fell six feet but got off with only some bruises. I really think no one over age 60 should ever climb a ladder. I certainly don't! Terry does, but I insist on "spotting" him.
So anyway I wanted to say a little about the art exhibit I saw at the Swedish Modern Art Museum, Moderna Museet. (One of my usual graceful segues.) They had Duchamp's Nude Descending a Staircase and I looked at it and said to myself, "Was there actually a time when this painting could cause a furor?"
Well, modernism. This is meat and drink to me. I understood everything I was looking at: the historical period, the major artists, their context. In these days of confusion that is a great comfort. This means, too, that the modern period is in the past and can be thought of in a unified way. The postmodern hoo-ha is beyond me. And now I think we are even post-post modern. I leave it all to the younguns to figure out.
This is a very nice museum. Here are some photos we took:
Niki de St. Phalle: one of her tortured females
Salvador Dali at his most offensive. This is called The Enigma of William Tell. Take that, you Swiss!
One of the few publications to raise the alarm about Hitler in the early 30's. It only lasted two issues. Ordinary people were confused about him, I think.
How about this umbrella? I think it was made out of sponge.