Friday, Friday

Fall                                                                    Fallowturn Moon

Sometimes Latin lessons leave me feeling further advanced, more knowledgeable, other times, like today they leave me with my brain tied in knots.  Tight knots.  I’m sure that means I’ve spent extra hard energy learning.  I keep telling myself.  Learned a new way to diagram sentences, using Noam Chomsky’s now passe transformational grammar.  I’m not sure why it’s passe, but it looks useful to me.

Keep reading.  That’s what Greg says.  It all becomes clearer if you keep reading.  I believe him; it’s worked that way for me so far.  It’s just that it’s harder stuff now that needs to become clearer.

I’m continuing to plug away at revising Missing.  As I go, things unravel and have to be rethreaded or dropped altogether.  Yesterday I cut the initial scene and it all flows much better in the first chapter now.  The story itself continues to emerge as I revise.  Funny, that’s what they say happens, but I’m experiencing it now.  So, if I can get that first chapter humming, then there’s the second one.  And so on.  BTW:  I’m a bit over half way through on the revision, but as I work sometimes I get lead to other parts of the book that need help.

Kate and I just watched 127 hours.  A gritty, intense movie made more so by its factual base.  When I lifted the DVD out of the player, I turned to Kate and said, “This is as close as I want to come to this experience.”  Since cutting the cable, we’ve watched more movies together.

Back on the treadmill today, cranking it up a bit, trying to shake off the detraining the last three weeks or so have accumulated.

Just Like #24

Fall                                                                           Fallowturn Moon

Got a little wound up yesterday about anti-science.  Nothing on the plate like that today.  Just rain, or at least, drizzle.  Cool.  Gray.

Got my ax, my felling ax.  Handmade.  Handforged and sharpened.  Hand turned handle.  A simple tool.  I like that.  The kind I can understand.  After next weekend, I can get at it, too.  I have lots of woods, lots of chances to perfect my technique while getting aerobic exercise and upper body resistance work.

Gertie.  Like Adrian  Peterson.  A torn ACL.  Yes, her  ruptured disk has healed under prednisone therapy, but on physical examination her knee joint moved more than it should.  Probably a small tear that became big.

Interestingly, our vet, Roger Barr, says they never see torn ACL’s in sight hounds, our usual breeds:  Whippets, Irish Wolfhounds, Salukis, Pharaoh Hounds.  Their ACL, he says, is like a cord.

Gertie, though, our adopted granddog, is a German Short Hair, a breed that apparently does not have a cord like ACL.  That means she needs surgery.  Ouch.  Kate’s right.  Gertie’s young.  She’ll get back 80-90% of her use of that leg and her atrophied muscle should, with rehab, regain some mass.  So, we combed our budget and came up with the money.  Not an insignificant amount.

A Latin tutoring session today.  Gotta go.