I Do Not Dwell

I have never been one to dwell on things. I like to get them out and move on, usually in the form of writing. Sometimes with fire. Relationships, friendships, events... All these things end and are a part of life. I know that. Deep down I know that is true. But death, unexpected death of a suicide or murder or pure accident, that death is too much.

Ava and I had not time to form any type of relationship beyond an amicable understanding and that one time... But Betty, my surrogate aunt, my mother's friend...

I was asked to speak at the funeral but I could not. I simply sat beside my mother, as silent on the inside as I was on the outside. No tears for my lost friend, my murdered teacher.

I have never been one to dwell on things. I helped my mother clean out Betty's house. We were her only family and she went out of our lives. I tried not to dwell, but that is a hard thing to do in such a small town.

I Myth Translating

There are times in my life when I wish I had taken more languages than Spanish. After two years in high school and four years in college, I can manage to get my way around a conversation in which I point a Senor or Senora to the correct bathroom. I can also say “there is a cat in my pants,” but I have only had to use that in one situation and it does not bear repeating right now. Needless to say, I could use a Scary German Guy to help with the copy of Das Buch von Feuer und Vernunft Band Drei Betty had lead me to.

So, while Mom was busy with both storytimes today, I managed to translate some of the text. Mostly it was about a bunch of Old World Norse/Germanic gods like Odin and Thor and their adventures. It all made little sense to me as to why Betty would want me to read this. Until I got to the part about the Snotra and Logi.