Samhain New Winter Solstice Moon
Writing this on Word since I’ve had no internet connection for a few hours. My limited number of tricks have not produced a link and I don’t have the patience for navigating so-called “customer service.” George Orwell would be proud of the internet and internet services industry.
Kate’s cold continues with little sign of progress. She suffers, complains about not liking to be sick, but otherwise Norwegian’s through it all. She takes illness as a personal insult, something to be shrugged off if possible, if not, to work through and last something that requires rest and chicken noodle soup. She’s in the latter mode right now. Good for her.
We skyped tonight. It’s Hanukkah so the grandkids had various gifts from doting grandparents and uncles and aunts. The literal hit of the evening was an inflatable t-ball set. Ruth took swing after swing, often swinging from her right shoulder and leveling at the ball. She’s co-ordinated for 4. Or, rather 4 and ½.
Her blond hair swirls, ringlets tumbling every which way as she performs couchnastics, a living room form of gymnastics that replaces gym equipment with the normal living room furniture.
My Latin is still here spread out on the desk beside me. This Ovid requires slow, laborious work. Look up words. Figure out forms. Check usage possibilities, verb tenses, noun declensions. A lot of back and forth with books and pages of help. I realized tonight that it’s a hobby, something I’m doing for fun. Weird, huh?
Winter has snugged us up in the house, the furnace and insulation our best friends just as the AC and the insulation are our best friends in the summer. I like winter because it provides all this darkness for desk work, darkness in which there are no outdoor chores. Therefore, no guilt.