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That last frost sickle moon hung in the western sky as I drove home from sheepshead last night.\u00a0 The sickle’s always seem to have somebody sitting on them when I look up.\u00a0 An old woman with a conical hat and a skirt filled with stars.\u00a0 A boy dangling his legs.\u00a0 Or, as in one meditative state long ago, Moses on one side and Jesus on the other.\u00a0 These moons are pregnant with possibility, with the dreams and the hopes littering our lives, just waiting for fullness.\u00a0 It will swell, grow fat.\u00a0 May your dreams.<\/p>\n
Those card gods that have been so good to me over the last few months abandoned me last night.\u00a0 In the first four hands I didn’t have enough total trump to pick up the blind and play.\u00a0 A night of 7’s, 8’s, 9’s and the occasional 10.\u00a0 Two decent hands the whole the night.\u00a0 As Ovid points out over and over, the gods are fickle.<\/p>\n
Today Latin.\u00a0 I’m down to line 228 on the Diana and Actaeon story.\u00a0 I still need to watch those words separated from each other but with the same endings.\u00a0 I also need to watch the situation which Greg, my tutor, analogized to fixing a car and having a part or two left out.\u00a0 I translate sentences and from time to time I have a word or two left over.\u00a0 Hmmm.<\/p>\n
We’re just getting to the good part where Actaeon’s own dogs tear him to pieces.\u00a0 That’ll teach him to to see naked goddesses.<\/p>\n
Leslie and I had our next to last meeting and she encourage me to attend an event at UTS for those of us who have been mentors.\u00a0 A tough sell, but I decided, for Leslie, that I would go.<\/p>\n
Afterward had to drive back into Minneapolis because I forgot to pick up fliers for the mining conference I’m attending in Duluth tomorrow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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