Homer Buddies

Yesterday I spent all morning reading the "Odyssey" until I went to a voice lesson in the afternoon and then a play rehearsal in the evening. I must say that I am really enjoying the the "Odyssey," and am ashamed to admit that I am enjoying it more than the "Iliad" (they are both works that are necessary reading for the well educated individual). However, when you have been trying to read parts of the "Iliad" out loud to yourself and it takes you a half an hour to get through two pages while you struggle with the slew of barely pronounceable Greek names, you might become slightly tired of reading it too. I kid. The "Iliad" is truly a masterpiece of Greek literature and certainly poses many interesting questions concerning the nature of heroism, honor for the dead, the roles of women within the ancient society and so much more. Awesome food for thought. Go gorge yourself.

Anyways, I got up yesterday morning and went to the red chair that sits my window and I opened the blinds to let the glorious sunshine in. I sat down and began reading where I had left off the day before. Maybe about five pages into reading, the dog happily trots in and contentedly lays by my feet. I pat her for a while, all the while continuing to read. Suddenly the dog gets up and trots out of the room, shortly returns only to paw at my chair as if to say "Silly human. This is my chair. GET OUT!" I firmly answered with a "No Emma" determining not to pay her any more mind. Suddenly the dog jumps up onto the chair and makes herself comfortable on my lap. Luckily she is a rather small dog, otherwise this could have been a potentially painful experience. She settles down and promptly falls fast asleep suspended on my lap. I place my book precariously upon her stomach and continue. She lay there for about 45 minutes, occasionally looking out of the window, which would then cause my book to go cascading down the slope of her stomach causing me to loose my place. My dad walked in to say good morning and found this rather strange yet humorous sight. He looked apprehensively at the dog. I declared emphatically, "She is my Homer buddy today."

Me....

hard at work at one of my dad's video shoots. Can you guess what I was doing?

Oh, I'm sorry, you didn't answer in the form of a question. The answer was "What is keeping time code?" :)