This morning in my arm-chair travels along the Silk Road, I reached Samarkand, where Timur the Lame or Tamerlane is entombed in an onyx sarcophagus or is obsidian? Probably the latter. Samarkand was once part of the Persian Empire. Today it is Uzbekistan, a former member of the U.S.S.R. and a friend of the US during our recent wars in that part of the world.
I didn’t know what a sarcophagus was until I read an Agatha Christie mystery (What Mrs Macgillacuddy Saw in the US; 4:50 From Paddington in the UK) at age 19. I didn’t see a sarcophagus until I visited a couple of museums. I finally saw one in situ in England containing the Black Prince.
I love the Marple story so much I have three DVD film versions of it. (Joan Hickson is in 2 of them, as the housekeeper in the Margaret Rutherfurd version, and as Miss Marple in the 1980s version.) Call me obsessive, but when I like something, I really like it.
I completed my book chapter, but during the hectic morning, interspersed with many conversations with medical assistants about upcoming appointments regarding back and hip. The upshot is this, the back doctor and the hip doctor will discuss my case this Friday. The back guy thinks my back will be ‘much better’ 6 weeks after hip replacement surgery. I will see Dr. M (the hip guy) Sept. 9 to discuss the future .
Hearing the date, David says, “The day before my birthday.” He will be 84 this year. He fell and broke his hip the day after his 78th birthday, Sept. 10, 2007. Both his joint replacement surgeries (hip and knee) were emergency operations. Mine will not occur so rapidly. I just hope I have everything behind me by next spring.
As her car is ready for the junk yard, I promised Connie we use my car and drive together to see Joy where ever she is next summer. We hope she gets an internship on a farm in Wisconsin ( I keep promoting Holstein cattle to her). This would give me an excuse to stop in Chicago and see my cousin Susie, and visit some museums.
Beginning next July, The Chicago Art Institute will host this exhibition:
Katsushika Hokusai’s series Thirty-Six Views of Mount Fuji (Fugaku sanjurokkei) is nearly as celebrated as the mountain it depicts, especially the print commonly known as “The Great Wave.” Begun in 1830 when the artist was 70 years old, this tour-de-force established landscape as a popular print genre. The series is also noteworthy in its abundant use of the then newly affordable Berlin blue pigment. Its even finish and high-tinting strength can be found in the prints’ large swaths of sky and water.