Lugnasa Hiroshima Moon
Spent yesterday with my nose in the Metamorphoses. I’ve not been doing Latin every day, rather only when I can devote sufficient time to it, like 3-4 hours. Yesterday I put in 6. It’s not the best way. Each time I have to crank up my Latin engine, which often acts like one of those old cars with the hand starter. Better to keep the engine running by daily exercise.
Still, I made progress. Even had Latin nouns circling in my mind before I went to sleep: intiba, radix, lactis coacti, ova. That’s endive, radish, cheese (coagulated milk) and eggs.
Today Mark and I will make one attempt for his driver’s license. By we I mean I’ll drive him over there and then sit as he waits in line. For hours. I hope he gets it though since it would allow him to rent cars in Saudi Arabia, be generally more free.
I sliced garlic and gathered rosemary last night, both for drying. We bought a dryer several years back and each fall we process things. First time for garlic, though Kate has done a number of herbs in the past. I hope to dry apple this year.
Mark has a bank account, new passport and the material he needs for his visa. The driver’s license is the main thing he wants now. He leaves Friday for Lansing, Michigan to visit our cousin Kristen, then on to Detroit to visit Leisa and her husband, Bob. She’s in a nursing home recovering from a devastating stroke.