Samain Closing Moon
The bookcase to my immediate right as I work, the one on which I keep books I refer to often is all but empty. These remain: Wheelock’s Latin Grammar, Anderson, Hill and Lee commentaries on the Metamorphoses, a Loeb’s volume of the Metamorphoses vol. I-VII and a Loeb’s of Caesar’s de Bello Gallico. My computer is still in its usual place, as is the laser jet printer. My desk and its two slanted editing tables are still there, too.
I didn’t get as far in here as I thought I would. Move ennui, a lassitude brought on by too much attention to packing and thoughts of leaving, enveloped me. So I stopped. Still, some progress was made today and I don’t feel the active resistance I did when I made the Whining post.
Here in these pages is a continuous record of the move from its earliest notion to its detailed enactment. Banal to the world at large no doubt but for me and for mine a testament to how we made a major life decision and took action to see it through.