I am home today again, but the big new is that the man seems to be improving! I talked at him three times so far for more than five minutes each! YEAH! He even responded sometimes!
He came and ate a MAMMOTH lunch (and then needed a nap) which is very good.....
I will also say that a two hour walk in the mountain with a supremely happy dog does wonders for a person's outlook on life.
Poetry...not something I usually quote, but Knopf is emailing a poem a day this month, and today's I liked a lot:
Two Poems On Fishing
Should I go drinking and wenching?
Oh, no. It isn't proper for the poet that I am.
Shall I go hunting wealth and honor?
I am not inclined that way either.
Well, let me be a fisherman or shepherd
and enjoy myself on the reedy shore.
When it stops raining at the fishing site
I will use green-moss for bait.
With no idea of catching the fish
I will enjoy watching them at play.
A slice of moon passes as it casts a silver line
onto the green stream below.
By Kwon Homun, a Korean poet whose dates are 1532-1587, translated by Jaihiun Kim
What I like about it? My kind of fishing. I could enjoy fishing if I could have my own supply of hooks. They would look a lot like the weights, you know, round and dull and just heavy enough to make the line look respectable, but no sane fish would consider nibbling it. Either that or some kind of hot-dog fish-feeding mechanism. Know what I mean? The object would be to feed them off the end of the line...and watch them at it rather than catch them at it. I think I would find it more fun.
I have also spent MANY hours today studying Catalan. It is not a barrel of fun at our house this week. Can I also say that Catalan pronouns are going to be the death of me?
Brace yourself, I am going to cover some grammar:
No, I'm not, I am making myself nauseous thinking about it.
Let's just say that it is NEEDLESSLY complicated. M'kay? The fact that there are major differences between how it is written and how it is spoken, and the fact that there are two kinds of pronouns, forts (strong ones) and febles (weak...and the difficult ones) and that the febles (weak and difficult) are 'mengat' - eaten - as in the Catalans barely pronounce them when they speak....so as a language learner you barely hear the d*mn things.....
At the very least I am fending off alzheimers in my old age. Or maybe I'm causing it.