Lughnasa Waxing Honey Extraction Moon
Woke up this first day of Lughnasa to Knickerbockers playing 9 pins and throwing strike after strike after strike. A nap on a thundery summer day has a luxurious feel, velvet, cushy. Gertie spent the nap at the foot of our bed. Both she and Rigel have mild ceraunophobia, shrinking when the lightning tears a hole in the sky and air spills into the vacuum.
This morning I translated, sort of, an entire verse of Pentheus’ story. When I say sort of, I mean I’m reasonably sure about the translation in terms of Latin grammar, but not sure what it means. Greg will help me clear that up on Friday. I’ve taken almost three weeks off and it showed. The work went like slogging threw a marsh, progress, but with a lot of effort.
Speaking of effort, I’m now practicing Tai Chi with more regularity, something I’d also let slide over the last month or so. Tai Chi requires muscle memory so the practitioner can concentrate on the form, then become relaxed, totally part of the movement. Some parts have gotten laid down in my neuronal pathways, but, so too have some errors. Sigh. Yesterday’s practice, done in the same dance studio over the former Burch Pharmacy had characteristics of Birkam Yoga. Hot and sweaty.
Got a call from Carlson Toyota this morning. Our Rav4 will have to take a drive of 400 miles to get here, but it will be here tomorrow. The color, white, and the interior, beige, were not what Kate wanted, but they were available. The Tundra, Kate’s faithful companion for 11 years + will get sold to a scrapyard for $500. An undignified end for such a good friend, like the glue factory.