Woolly Monday

Winter                              Waning Moon of Long Nights

Woolly Mammoths

And a Red Stag

In the Black Forest.

Woollys met tonight at the Red Stag.  Ode takes off for Mexico Wednesday morning.  Taylor is getting booted out of the teen cd program.  Bill’s brother with prostate cancer and the 500 PSA lives on, long past the four months projected last summer.  He’s using naturopathic methods.  Scott’s daughter and baby Lela are doing well.

I took Frank home tonight.  The cold weather is tough on his heart condition, as, apparently, too, is eating.  Glad he got home safe.

Food, Tea, More Food, Nap, Food

Winter                                      Waning Moon of Long Nights

Kate and I had our business meeting, checking this box and that, doing those things couples need to do to keep life solid and sane.

Afterward, we saddled up the old Tundra and drove her over to the Maple Grove shopping area where we made investments in food:  12 qt. stock pot, melamine mixing bowls, a scraper or two, some coffee and dish towels.  I also purchased bulk tea at Tea Vana, but was disappointed to learn that they no longer carried my long time favorite:  lapsang souchong.  The kind guy behind the counter found a bit extra for me from his private stash.

After lunch at Biaggia’s we drove home for our nap, from which I just got up.  Next on the day’s agenda, drive into the Red Stag and eat dinner.  Do you see a pattern here?

Welcome, North Pole Air Mass!

Winter                                    Waning Moon of Long Nights

Each year around this time we begin to get the full slump of arctic air, air not held back by the jet stream or weather nwsc1410patterns here in the upper lower 48.  Turns out it’s cold up there at the north pole even with global warming.  That means we get these stretches of what people in Sun City would call cool weather.

Right now the trend is up.  The low last night was -16.  This does not,  however, qualify as a grab the beach towels and sunscreen sort of warm up.  Nope, this is a Minnesota heat wave where cars start again, that kid with his tongue on the lamp post might be able to get free and ma can slide the clothes off the line since the clothes pin will open again.  It’s not so much of a warm-up that Ole has to bring his pick-up in off the lake or that Peder has to give up on that snowmobiling idea.

The trend, to be more accurate, is up briefly, then back down again.  Oh, well.