Mondays...
Sep. 14th, 2009 03:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stoutfellowThere are half a dozen things I ought to be doing. In fairness, I have made incremental progress on several of them, but have no oomph to do much more than that. I do have a stack of statistics quizzes that very much need to be done in time for class tomorrow, but I estimate that they'll only take about an hour and a half.
Buster got out again this afternoon. This time I had the forethought to bring a leash; when I called to him and he saw the leash in my hand, he came running back and allowed me to clip it on and lead him back home without a struggle. (He'd already had a longish walk in the morning, to the vet for his bordetella shot.)
I recorded another late-'70s Neil Diamond album, I'm Glad You're Here With Me Tonight, a couple of days ago. ("Free Man in Paris", the solo version of "You Don't Bring Me Flowers", a few other goodies.) Next up is an older album, by the First Edition; that was Kenny Rogers' group before he went solo. I got it as a gift from a college friend - I'm not sure who, though. It's got "Something's Burning" and "Elvira", among other things.
There was a time, toward the end of high school and the beginning of college, when I was really interested in medieval and Renaissance literature. C. S. Lewis opened the door for me, but I read Dante and Ariosto and bought a copy of Tasso which I've never yet read. Another purchase during that period was The Portable Renaissance Literature, which I'm currently subcataloging. The last item in the book is an extract from a poem by St. John of the Cross; the translator renders it as "The Obscure Night of the Soul". The usual title is "The Dark Night of the Soul". (I have the whole thing, as well as a couple of other volumes of St. John's poetry, elsewhere, under the correct name.)
Buster got out again this afternoon. This time I had the forethought to bring a leash; when I called to him and he saw the leash in my hand, he came running back and allowed me to clip it on and lead him back home without a struggle. (He'd already had a longish walk in the morning, to the vet for his bordetella shot.)
I recorded another late-'70s Neil Diamond album, I'm Glad You're Here With Me Tonight, a couple of days ago. ("Free Man in Paris", the solo version of "You Don't Bring Me Flowers", a few other goodies.) Next up is an older album, by the First Edition; that was Kenny Rogers' group before he went solo. I got it as a gift from a college friend - I'm not sure who, though. It's got "Something's Burning" and "Elvira", among other things.
There was a time, toward the end of high school and the beginning of college, when I was really interested in medieval and Renaissance literature. C. S. Lewis opened the door for me, but I read Dante and Ariosto and bought a copy of Tasso which I've never yet read. Another purchase during that period was The Portable Renaissance Literature, which I'm currently subcataloging. The last item in the book is an extract from a poem by St. John of the Cross; the translator renders it as "The Obscure Night of the Soul". The usual title is "The Dark Night of the Soul". (I have the whole thing, as well as a couple of other volumes of St. John's poetry, elsewhere, under the correct name.)
