Beltane Waxing Last Frost Moon
Finally. One chunk of the Metamorphosis finished in a literal (sort 0f) version. That’s Book III:138-250. My learning curve has been steep, sometimes so much so that I thought I might tip over backwards, but I seem to have reached a point where moving forward goes faster now and the hill no longer looks quite so daunting. The next step is to take it apart and put it back together in idiomatic English, then compare it to other translations, see what insights that adds. As a guy who thought the world of language had invalidated his passport years ago, I’m pleasantly surprised and pleased with myself. It means a lot to do something at 64 that I’ve spent a lifetime imagining I couldn’t.
After that I drove into Little Sezchuan and had lunch with Justin and Margaret, the Sierra Club’s lobbyist and Executive Director. We discussed evaluating our legislative work this year, wrapping things up and getting ourselves squared away for the 2011-2012 session. This has been a difficult year and it’s not over.
Came home, ready for my nap. But. Vega lay in the kitchen, scrunched up in pain and bloodied from some kind of a fight. No clue what happened, but we first examined her, then took her over to the vet who sewed her up, gave her antibiotics and pain pills and we brought her home. She’s resting now, but the vet says she be very sore tomorrow. She’s such a sweety, she just let them work on her.
Now, I’m sleepy, but can’t get my nap because it would interfere with going to sleep.