Beltane Waxing Planting Moon
Up early. For me. 7 am. Had to get Kate to the bank and to the airport by ten. We made it. Her plane took off at 11:45, (turned out to be 1:15 pm instead) so Delta promised. I haven’t heard from her yet, but I imagine she’s there and in her hotel and asleep.
The airport always makes me laugh. The alert level remains at orange. Does anybody recall what that means? I don’t. Also, the sign suggests, report suspicious activity. Call 911. Irony aside, I wonder how many calls they get? After, of course, you screen out the people who call all the time. Not that threats are not real, and certainly not that they should be taken lightly, rather the government that gives the same message over and over and over and over while nothing happens begins to look silly, out of touch. They need to do something different.
Since I live up north, I rarely have the opportunity (challenge) to drive on Hwy 62, but I took it into the Museum. Boy. What a ride. The new ramp that carries west bound 62 traffic onto Hwy 35 sweeps up in a broad, elegant curve. At its apex, the view offered of downtown Minneapolis has a picture postcard look. A great way to introduce newcomers to the city.
George Hisaeda, Consul General of Japan at Chicago, offered commendation to the Minneapolis Institute of Arts for its dedication to Japanese arts, and the acquisition of an important suit of armor. I went to this hoping to hear the lecture by Matthew Welch that I missed earlier. The Consul General offered kudos to the MIA for its fine presentation of Japanese culture and arts. He also commended Matthew Welch on his remarkable work building the collection since 1990.
After the Consul’s presentation, Matthew gave an abbreviated version of his explanation of the armor. Tom Byfield, my seat mate, wrote notes in spite of the dark. I hope my eyes improve enough to work as well as his do. In fact, I hope they improve, very unlikely.
After the armor conversation, we had a meeting of the docent discussion group or whatever it is and decided on events for the summer: a tour on music by Merritt, a public arts tour in July and a photography event with the curator of photography in August.
Back home for a nap. This cold I’ve got, the first I can remember in 2+ years, made me very tired, so I slept soundly. Worked out. Had a political committee meeting with the Sierra Club. I serve on this one as a non-voting member. Works out well since I can use the phone.
Talked to Kate whose flight was delayed an hour and a half here and the baggage was delayed an hour in San Francisco. She got assistance at both airports though and reported a tiring journey, but a successful one. As only a meeting of physicians can do, registration for her conference is at 6:30 a.m. tomorrow morning. Perhaps, it is just occurred to me, based on peoples time zone habits.
Over and out.
hair-cut and generally wrecking havoc with weeds and overgrown shrubs. Yeah. Now I’m moving the detritus to a resting place where the grape vines, columbine and raspberries will grow over it and make it a productive part of our property instead of a house-hider.
serious, important matters. Stop your pursuit of a mediocre gift. The tendency to judge our worth by the accumulation of things–a he who dies with the best toys wins mentality–presses us to pursue money or status, power, with all of our gifts. You may be lucky enough, as Kate is, to use your gifts in a pursuit that also makes decent money; on the other hand if your work life and your heart life don’t match up, you risk spending your valuable work time and energy in pursuit of a mediocre gift, hiding the sublime one from view.