Imbolc Waxing Bridgit Moon
There are those moments. Drove over to Ramsey city hall (municipal center sounds much more… what?), walked through the glass doors and the 20 foot high atrium, all in stone and glass, followed the signs and found the License Center. I filled out a form, missing four questions, handed to the nice lady and she clipped the ear off my current driver’s license, collected my $24 (a fee, not a tax) and took me over to the vision machine. Wonder of wonders, for the first time in 8 years, I passed. How about that? Up against the blue wall, smile. “Great picture!” the nice lady said.
The real shocker? This new license will be good until I’m 68. 68! How did that happen again?
Tonight I’ll get a call from the network guy to see if he can walk me through the problem that’s keeping my printer from shaking hands with my two new computers. Well, sorta new. Decided I’m going to RTFM the backup stuff. I really oughta know how to work this stuff, otherwise, what’s the point of backing stuff up?
End of the week. Another legcom meeting under my belt, the Titian walk through and some quality time with the exhibit yesterday and today Latin. My Ovid work drew nice remarks from my tutor. He essentially agreed with my translation. As a rough draft. Which it was. My English to Latin was a little more fuzzy, showing that I whipped through it faster than is required to do good work. I’m still working on Diana and Actaeon. I’d like to finish it before the show leaves.
Each segment, the legcom, the Titian preparation and the Latin, requires serious prep work. Makes me feel good, sorta like exercise. Which, by the way, I gotta go do.
