Reviewing Latin as we wait for the arrival of the grandkids.
Mark and I are going over to the driver testing facility later for his 1 pm appointment. I hope he passes. It would be good for him to have the option to drive. With a US license he can apply for an international license.
Kona. Is much better. She goes in at 9:40 to see her regular vet, Roger Barr and see what needs to happen next. Anti-biotics, I’m sure. We’ll also talk about decreasing the size of the tumor on her shoulder, which has imbalanced her when she runs. It was this tumor that got infected.
That planting will occur under this new moon is a surety. In fact, if we get warm weather this weekend (after our 6-12 inches of snow. geez.), I’ll plant cold weather crops. Just checked the weather forecasts. Looks unlikely. No warm weather this weekend. Or next week. My bees come a week from Saturday.
“Concerning the Gods, there are those who deny the very existence of the godhead; others say that it exists, but neither bestirs nor concerns itself nor has forethought for anything. A third party attribute to it existence and forethought, but only for great and heavenly matters, not for anything that is on earth. A fourth party admit things on earth as well as in heaven, but only in general, and not with respect to each individual. A fifth, of whom were Ulysses and Socrates, are those who cry:— _I move not without Thy knowledge!_” Epictetus
“Only one word more concerning the desire to teach the world what it ought to be. For such a purpose philosophy at least always comes too late. Philosophy, as the thought of the world, does not appear until reality has completed its formative process, and made itself ready. History thus corroborates the teaching of the conception that only in the maturity of reality does the ideal appear as counterpart to the real, apprehends the real world in its substance, and shapes it into an intellectual kingdom. When philosophy paints its grey in grey, one form of life has become old, and by means of grey it cannot be rejuvenated, but only known. The owl of Minerva takes its flight only when the shades of night are gathering.”