Today I finished in the Vulgate the book of the Bible which always thwarted my attempts to read straight through the Bible in English: Isaiah. I'm sure that between being a second language removed and the multiplicity of errors that come from dealing with two translations I've come away with quite a few errors. Still, this is something of a landmark.
M and Lux and preparing for the AHS production of Peter Pan, in which they are Michael and Smee, respectively. Lux continues to dance with a grace and confidence which leads me to believe he was adopted. M actually flies in the show (I saw it in a preview) and does so with apparently no nerves. I suppose this is what having five older brothers does to you.
J and I are in the thick of an apartment search. We looked yesterday at a multi-family home (by which I mean a moderately large house in which six families are living) which was perhaps even more squalid than our first apartment, which we affectionately called the treehouse. We are grieving the loss of St. Vivian's, and Opifera has suddenly and rather unexpectedly announced that she leaves this weekend to enroll in massage school in Ithaca. It is probably a wise move for her, but unexpectedly sudden after several months of slow and fruitless deliberation.
I've enrolled in a program called blogging for books wherein this company sends me free books on the condition that I post some of my opinions about them. I received one called SoulPrint the other day and hope to have a review up soon. Meanwhile I continue to read the Vulgate Psalms, Iliad 4, the letters of Cicero, and Matthew 13. I've been chipping away at Wright, but soon run the risk of incurrring the joint wrath of J and the library.
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