Beltane Early Growth Moon
Kate has been trying to reconstruct an amazing beet pureed soup we had at Fika in the American Swedish Institute. The chef gave us some of his or her ingredients, all of them? I’m not sure. But Kate’s done a good job of closing in on it. It’s delightful, tangy and creamy with a great feel in the mouth.
I’ve spent the Sunday beginning to check my Latin translations against the commentaries and entering notes into the file I’m keeping for the commentary Greg and I may write. This is fun work, finding better words, puzzling over the thoughts of Ovid scholars. Once I’ve finished the recheck, I’m going to start reading the Ovid scholarship I’ve collected.
In the afternoon I’ve proceeded with the revision, rewrite of Missing. I’m well into the first third, adding thicker description, plumping up character development, making the narrative a more coherent whole. This is fun, too.
Even so, my mind can only take so much fun before the brain that supports its work begins to wear out the rest of my body. That’s where I am now. Tired. Enough for the day.