Imbolc Valentine Moon
Well, got in my hour, actually 2, of chess. Don’t know whether I want to play actual games. The lessons are brain twisters, requiring spatial thinking and logical thinking combined with strategic planning while executing tactical decisions. A weird sort of fun. Similar, in fact, to translating Latin.
(Samuel Reshevsky, age 8, defeating several chess masters at once in France, 1920)
Also translated my sentence in Ovid and got post cards out to the grandkids. Kate made a great supper with a chipolte butter on chicken breasts, our carrots from last fall and salad. The carrots have a bright color and a sweet, earthy flavor.
Otherwise trucking along.
