It was a beautiful day yesterday, or so I am told. I spent 3+ hours on the telephone with Verizon; I don’t know about you. Actually, not the telephone. An internet chat, first with Aaron and then, after 40 minutes of visual silence, with David. Actually,  I don’t even know if they are real or artificial.

But after my router extender died last week, I had a shorter chat with someone who told me what I needed, chaged me $10, and sent me to the closest Verizon store to pick it up. At the store, I was told that if, after I followed the set up instructions, I should call customer service and ask them to activate it and all will be well.

After some frustration in trying to pair the router and extender, I called and learned that my old router and new extender were not compatible and I needed a new router. Taking care of this took almost 4 hours.

While chatting, I roamed through some books in the case behind me, including several copies of The Decameron by Boccaccio. One was published in 1924 in Holland, so the text is in Dutch.  But it’s a beautiful book with very nice illustrations.

Using my best Dutch, I see that the illustrations are by G. Schwebe. Looking in the internet,  I find a German artist named Greta Schwebe. I find out veey little about her  except that she lived and died. A single painting by her is for sale. No others are illustrated that I saw.

But I want to give her her due.

You can look at some work by Greta Schwebe today. Her 15 minutes of fame starts….now.