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.
