Summer                                                Hiroshima Moon

Fortuna smiled on me tonight, but not in an excessive way.  I had some hands, some good cards.  Made some points.  Enough to come in second this time as opposed to dead last last time.

We had a guest for sheepshead, Dave, Ed’s sort of brother-in-law.  That is, he was formerly married to Ed’s wife’s sister.  Dave worked in Germany for the NSA. First puzzle palace sort I’ve ever met.  Majored in German, minored in Russian in college.  That’s all he would say about his work.  Classified.  A very bright guy.  Looked more like a rotund aging hippy than a former spy.

 

Nose in the Book

Summer                                                Hiroshima Moon

Spent the day translating Ovid.  I’m pleased with my progress and now am impatient for the next breakthrough.  That one will only come with a vastly expanded vocabulary and many more hours of translating, but I can see it there, off in the distance.  Then I will be able to set about the task of translating the Metamorphoses, the project I’ve gone through all this learning to accomplish.

There are, too, other texts that would be fun to work on, especially, for me, some of the historians like Tacitus, Livy, Caesar, Plutarch.  I know.  Some fun, eh?  Works for me.

Interrupted late in the process by air conditioner repairman.  Ours cut out again sometime last night.  But, as it did last time, it started as the repair guy got here.  Go figure.  We’re rebuilding the damn thing one part at a time.  Last time the capacitor, today the relays.  Educated guesses without a particular problem to diagnose.  90 day warranty on repairs through Center Point.  No extra money paid today.

Later, sheepshead.