The Homeric Hymn to Hermes wasn't a text I came to know and love in graduate school, but I teach it in my Myth course and over the years I've come to enjoy it so, so much. It wasn't love at first sight, and that's kind of nice as a reminder that sometimes good relationships (whether with people or texts) need to grow slowly. It's been a long day, but I'm so glad that I got to end it by reading this poem in preparation for tomorrow's class.
I'm back home. Whew. And I'm within range for finishing The Buried Giant this evening. Reading it was one of my spring break goals, and I'll get it done just a few hours before spring break is officially over.
...for a picnic with friends after I gave my conference paper. Sun and wind. And a few bluebirds.
A friend and I had to choose: a direct walk to the tea-house along city streets or a winding walk along a creek path. We took the creek path, making the trip to the tea-house as good a thing as being at the tea-house.
A very busy day today work-wise, and I almost ignored the glistening spiderwebs that I could see through our morning windows. And then I didn't. I didn't spend long outside, but long enough to feel like I claimed some time for pleasure.