Moving Up the Emotional Scale

Samhain                                                      Thanksgiving Moon

I have a spotter in the world’s least emotional state, Singapore.  Long term resident, sister Mary.  Singapore, along with much of Asia, loves campaigns to improve public behavior.  Mary spotted several current signs that attempt to deal with Singapore’s emotional flat line.  Here they are:

This last one reveals a major part of the problem.  No, not the sunflowers.  But, soar like an eagle, dream believe achieve, learn from the best.  These make happiness a tool for success.  Ain’t gonna work.  Happiness happens.  It’s a secondary outcome of other attitudes and behaviors.  Check out the positive psychology folks for example.

See Martin Seligman’s work at his website:  authentic happiness.

 

Workin’

Samhain                                                                     Thanksgiving Moon

Went through several verses of Jason and Medea, brain began to ache.  Stopped.  I have time on Friday to discuss the parts I didn’t get.  Greg says the real way to advance in translating is to read, read, read.  Which means translate, translate, translate.  I can see it, but I have to pace it.  It’s fun, but it’s also hard.

I’ve trimmed back my schedule, only outside the house commitment I have now is the MIA.  And, of course, the Woollies.  Since I finished the Mythology course on Sunday, that means I have almost ten days with very few interruptions.  That means I can focus and work the way I find best, mornings hard at it and afternoons for clean up.

Kate’s sold more of her work to the store in Anoka; she plans to set up an Etsy site with my help and will apply tomorrow, too, to a consignment store situated next to the Red Stag.  She’s having fun.  Energized.  Retirement has been good for her.  I’m glad.

 

Latin

Samhain                                                                Thanksgiving Moon

All day today in Jason and Medea, Ovid.  Two more full days before my time with Greg on Friday.  A little creaky.  To be expected.  Still, got through four verses plus.  Into a groove. Not a fast groove, mind you, but a groove nonetheless.

Come On

Samhain                                                            Thanksgiving Moon

Posturing is not politics.  It’s pandering.  Boehner and crew are posturing.  They lost the election and as even David Brooks admits will be blamed if the country slides off the fiscal cliff.  It is not bad politics to admit that.  It’s what politics are about.  Elections have consequences and one consequence of this election is that Obama and the Democrats have the whip hand on these negotiations.

Brooks thinks there can be a grand bargain where Boehner and his tea party allies concede the point on the tax revenues in return for a 2013 deal to hammer out a deficit reduction package for 2040.  Not sure what they have in the air there at the New York Times, but it must be the good stuff.  Is there a need for a deficit reduction plan that cuts spending and raises revenue? Yep.  Does have it to be a full platter for the rich and a teeter-totter resting on the combined backs of the poor and the middle class?  Nope.

The plan that makes sense has not been put forward, at least in what I’ve read.  And I’m waiting to see something practical, both politically and economically.  Somebody has to put one forward.  Maybe Hillary will do it.

On the Whitehouse lawn there arose such a clatter,

the whole nation wondered just what was the matter,

when what to a wandering pundit appeared,

but a tax and spend package, what the tea party feared,

the jolly old elf who delivered the present,

winked, laughed and said, “Now, it’s all spent,”

So come back next year and plan to do nothing,

It’s finished; it’s over; go eat some stuffing.

 

I’mmmm Baaaaccckkk.

Samhain                                                      Thanksgiving Moon

Coming back to the surface after a quick dip below into the land of lethargy and woe. (not really, it just rhymed and I liked the flow.)  Still, feeling more normal this morning, ready to get back at the translating, see if I’m still interested enough to continue.  I suspect that I am.

Tom, Warren, Stefan, Mark, Frank and I met last night at the Woodfire Grill in St. Louis Park.  Discussed Stefan’s Dad.  Possible congestive heart failure.  Long term care insurance:  ponzi scheme or important resource?  The complexity of retirement related issues, especially health insurance of all kinds.  Thanksgiving.  Frank at his daughters with her in-laws.  Mark’s 91 year old mother-in-law cooking a meal for 18.  Warren’s family and their first Thanksgiving without either Mom or Dad.  Tom and his grandson taking several steps at their home.  Our visit to Denver where Jon and Jen took on their new role in the family by throwing their first thanksgiving. (as the child-rearing, career oriented generation)

Watched a TED talk on Monotasking.  Not very good.  Half hearted.  Even so, I find the idea reinforcing since I tend to monotask.  I like to focus on one thing for hours at a time, even weeks at a time.  Over the last three months I had three priorities:  Terra Cotta tour, Missing revision and the Mythology class.  Each one required dedicated time, with no interruptions.

This is not new behavior for me.  When I was in college and seminary, I went the same way, compartmentalizing study, friends and politics.  During my working years with the Presbytery I did multi-task, a lot.  I never like the way it felt.  My feet never touched the ground and the next buzz was already building while one task got sat down.

Slumped

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Still in that post-push slump, keeping myself going, going, going.  Then, nothing.  Quite a change.  I don’t like the feeling though it seems inevitable given the number of times its happened.

I feel unmoored, untethered, directionless.  Didn’t get back on the Latin horse this morning, allowed some really piddling difficulties with the Mythology class to distract me.  They reinforce this feeling.

Another inevitable part of this process is the gradual reclaiming of energy and focus, the renewal that grabs me as I catch hold again, ready for another swing around the carousel.

Hasn’t happened yet.  It will.

 

Endings

Samhain                                                    Thanksgiving Moon

Took my final quiz.  Graded my five assignments of others.  The mythology class is over for me.  This week, too, I finished the first revision (not at all the last) of Missing.  And, too, it was just this week, Friday, that all the research I’d done prior to the Terra Cotta Warrior exhibition finally came together and created a good tour, maybe a very good one.

That means three areas where I’ve put a lot of energy over the last three months, since September, have all come to fruition and closure in the same week.  An accident, I think, but it has left me feeling exhilarated on the hand and let down on the other.  Sort of a dip, a consequence of juggling three large balls for a significant period of time, then having them all disappear.  What do I do now?

(Hermann-Hendrich-The-Norns-1906)

Well, I know the answer to that.  Latin.  This whole next week will be focused on translation.  Then, the week after that I’ll turn to learning how to print out my manuscript using the new software, making a few revisions of location and joining of scenes–and, I’ll add a scene I realized over dinner that I need to include.  A result of a change made earlier.

In the last week of the month, Christmas week, I’ll start writing Loki’s Children, Book II of the Tailte trilogy.  Looking forward to that.