My current plan is to hit three key parts:
Beowulf dominates Unferth's challenge
Queen Wealtheow give Beowulf a torc
Beowulf's report to King Hygelac
as well as translation notes.
Wish me luck.
Art, Book reviews, Ceramics, Photographs, Postcards, Quick Fiction, Quotations, and (Usually Aquatic) Reflections. (P.S. This blog looks better in the web version.)
My current plan is to hit three key parts:
Beowulf dominates Unferth's challenge
Queen Wealtheow give Beowulf a torc
Beowulf's report to King Hygelac
as well as translation notes.
Wish me luck.
But cutting my own hair with scissors since April 2020 has taught me much regarding the value of truly incremental change.
Bramble, Thatch, Thistle, Moss, Nettle, Acorn, Boulder, Scree, Snaggle, Fleece, and Thorn.
Are those ranger names, troll names, or Hobbit surnames mm?.
I am reading two novels that have deep roots.
Second generation, literally, heroic fantasy and also mystery writing.
Most of the things I am often, though not always, good at -- remembering, thinking about others first, anticipating what others need or want, being happy in my own company, having a lively imagination, being a reader, and even just being quiet -- came about because of childhood stress, toxicity, or trauma.
And, not that everything was negative. I was a mostly happy child, supported and encouraged. But if I look deeply at motivating factors, the negatives stand out.
Frankly, most of those coping characteristics have helped me to be a true reader, a good student, and an effective teacher.
Have my best students been traumatized in those same ways?
Sobering, even scary reflections.
I have just listened to the wonderful HILD audio CD, and now I am rereading this amazing second chapter of Hild's life.
Read this book!
First paddle workout of the new year and for some time past.
Too many recurring illnesses.
Paddling today, however, so all is jolly.
At Monterey Fish Market today, I asked the 'monger for a pound-and-a-half of rockfish for a stew.
He picked out four filets and put them on the scale, hesitated, then quickly selected two more filets and added them to the pile.
The scale settled precisely at 1.50.
Our eyes met as I smiled and laughed.
The fishmonger smiled back and laughed too, happy at the goal achieved and at my noticing the exact touch.
Successful outing for an introvert like me.
Happy times.
I may be a professional extrovert--and quite successful as such--but my true self is deeply shy.
In this, and in other things (my hair), I am my father's son.