Spring Waxing Awakening Moon
A Woolly brother goes in for knee surgery on Monday. He’s a bright guy who will select a surgeon with care. He’s also good at taking care of himself so I’m sure the surgery and the recovery will go well.
These are the years when retirement income and the upcoming procedure can fill a lot of conversation. The body degenerates, the centre does not hold, things fall apart. The way of it, this human, animal, mammal, finite life.
I had planned to check on my bees tomorrow, see if they pollen patty needed replacing and put on a syrup feeder, but the weather guy says cloudy, cool and wet. Not a good bee day. Like many of us, bees stay home when the weathers inclement and they don’t like uninvited guests. Really don’t like them. Sunday or Monday look better. I’ll wait.
Kate and I are through Chapter 9 in Wheelock, closing in this week on Chapter 10. We also got a book of readings and now do sight reading in each session in addition to the readings in the book. This last reading was from Seneca about slaves and masters. It’s moving. The issues of slaves and slavery is old, very old and the issues of freedom and the injustice of slavery is also old, very old.
The more we work with the Latin the more I become committed to classical scholarship and the doors it opens into human thought, human thought not in dialogue with Christianity, but with the world of Athens. This is a world both intimately connected to us, yet very foreign, too. It is pagan, though that’s an anachronism, since before Christian dogma, there were other religions, not paganism.
I’m still pumped about the health care reform even if it fell short of single-payer. That’s for later. Right now, let’s party.