Et huffabo et puffabo

After sitting with Arnold, who was sleeping, for a bit, I walked around the edge of campus waiting for the bookstore to open, and then bought How to Care for Aging Parents and a book of fairy tales in Latin. The former is for my new challenge, learning how to be patient and compassionate with my mother's failing memory, which is going to be difficult, because (a) many of my life's disappointments can be traced to others forgetting things they'd agreed or offered to do, so memory is a sensitive issue for me, and (b) it seems probable that she's brought some of it upon herself. The latter book was self-indulgence for stress; pretty tame to pick a "vice" that doesn't violate the principles of health maintenance, I suppose.

So this afternoon, with it all nice and sunny again outside, I spent D's nap reading some of eight books, several of which had bits worth sharing:

"Most games are played for what they are worth only as ways and means of recreation as a pastime. Some are played only as the test of luck, gambling being the first and last object. It is nowise surprising if games of such character should be looked on in the light of something like a narcotic and dealt with as such." -- Japanese Game of "Go" (1939)

"Clamavit lupus, 'Ergo huffabo et puffabo et tuam domum inflabo!'" -- "Tres Porcelli," in Fairy Tales in Latin: Fabulae Mirabiles

"A telepathic giggle is an odd thing to experience." -- Jhereg