I stopped at a pet store to get some fish to give to the RISSE soccer kids this weekend, and on an impulse, I got a goldfish (the one at the top) and named it Frida, after one of Maria’s favorite artists, Frida Kahlo. I wasn’t sure Maria would want a fish, but she was delighted to have it, and the two of them chat often during the day.

She actually liked the fish so much that we went back to the store and got another fish (the dark one) which really had to be named DIego, after Frida’s brilliant lover and fellow artist.

The two are thriving, active and alert and very healthy. I had tropical fish for years when I was growing up, and it is kind of neat to have fish in the house again, although I’m leaving these two to Maria. I might get one for my study, I suppose.

Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera were one of the great and  storied lovers in all of art history. They had a tempestuous, on-and-off passion for one another that lasted all of both of their lives. They are certainly a great inspiration to Maria and me, although next to Diego, I am quite bland and mellow.

And here, long after both Frida and Diego are gone, there are two fish swimming around in an old farmhouse in their honor. Life is strange, life is wonderful.