Imbolc Waning Wild Moon
I took folks on a Grand Tour at the MIA this afternoon, seeing objects from the historical period 1600-1850. I expanded the Grand Tour idea and took it beyond the confines of Italy and France to include North America, Africa and Asia. The folks on the tour, five, Allison and four women together, and I traveled the world in a little over an hour.
One of the women, an ICU nurse at Southdale, said of Lucretia, she looks she’s trying to stabilize herself. This from a person who sees people in extremis every day at work. I’m inclined to believe now that Lucretia is stabilizing herself. This same woman, a practical woman of science and data, she described herself this way, has a son who has begun to study the Middle Ages. She seemed a bit puzzled by his choice and wondered about just what the Middle Ages were. Allison gave the group a pitch about bringing in friends for tours and she wondered about organizing a tour of medieval art, to learn more about what her son had chosen to study.
The tour at 1 o’clock breaks up the day though and I got a late nap and didn’t get on the treadmill until 6 pm. The writing this morning was fine, but the time was too short. When I write I like to have a clear morning and time for a nap in the afternoon. Not so today. I’m now over 50,000 words into the new novel, which should be about midway. Revision and changes along the way could change that of course.
