Lughnasa College Moon
Again, the quiet. I haven’t put a full push on with the Latin before today, but I could see the end of the Apollo and Daphne story and wanted to get there. So, I’m mentally fatigued, ready for some deep sleep, maybe some interesting chunks of rem.
Book illustrations, especially 19th century illustrations, give me a warm feeling. If they’re good. Sort of aesthetic comfort food. Not great in large doses, but every once in a while, just what’s needed.
Lughnasa College Moon
Finished up the story of Daphne and Apollo. As Daphne changed into a laurel, Apollo grabbed onto her branches and threw his arms around her trunk, feeling her agitated heart still beating there. He declares his love to the tree (Classical humor) and then proclaims the laurel dedicated to him. It will henceforth adorn great achievements including triumphs in Rome and stand before the door to the house of the great Augustus.
(Apollo Daphne Appiani)
On Friday I’m going to renegotiate my relationship with Greg. Not sure what comes next but what we’re doing has become repetitive. I would like now to have a task, an assignment, a sort of final paper, something I could work on over a given period of time and then show to him. Don’t really know what I’m talking about here, but I feel ready to move to a different level or a different set of tasks. Something.
Lughnasa College Moon
Enjoying a twin bump in energy from my drive through the UofM yesterday and declining temperatures. Also, this article in the NYT, supports my turn toward a low carb diet.
Out for raspberries and other mature members of our current (and last) garden here in Minnesota. Then, some more Latin, some more packing. The through line for our life right now is the move. We’re still living in the move and happy about it.