The Aging Woolly

Imbolc                                                Woodpecker Moon

Woolly meeting tonight at Frank Broderick’s.  His annual St. Patrick’s day feed with soda bread, mashed potatoes, cabbage and corned beef.  A real tradition for the Woolly Clan and appreciated by all of us.

Interesting discussion tonight, occasioned in part by our first ever retreat in May and what will we do?  This molded itself in, too, to the issue of Woolly’s leaving:  Paul to Maine, Charlie to a part-time Wisconsin life and Jim out there on the plains lo these many years now.

What has kept us together for 25 years?  What meeting has meant the most to you?  How do we reshape ourselves as we all move closer and most now into the third phase of our lives.  The first 25 years the Woolly meetings were a place to withdraw from the competitive day-to-day and listen to each other, to learn from each other.  Now that we all have plenty of time for withdrawal and listening, what will the Woolly life need to be?

Ode 1 felt we no longer supported him in his journey as well now that he has retired.  This seemed to be a common point, how can the Woollies change to be germane in this next phase of our lives. We’re going to put the whole thing up for grabs during the retreat.  Sounds exciting.

Imbolc                                                         Woodpecker Moon

Felt some clouds lifting yesterday, but they drifted back in this morning.  Getting old.  Gonna have to try something.

Thunderstorms on the Way

Imbolc                                                    Woodpecker Moon

Thunderstorms on their way.  Today and tomorrow.  Once we get thunderstorms the potential for tornadoes increases along with them.  That means the traditional ritual of shutting down computers, paying attention to weather warnings.  The whole superbowl of warm weather.  Since we also have superbowl caliber winter weather (usually), Paul Douglas, local weather guru, dubbed us the superbowl of weather.  Period.

We have a continental climate, that is, a climate unmoderated by oceans and therefore subject to wilder swings.  And that’s without global warming.  Plus we sit directly below the Arctic with nothing between us and the pole but tundra and lakes.  That makes for the winter weather.

In the summer we get blasts of humid sub-tropical air carried north from the Gulf of Mexico which mixes with weather from the west and can create gigantic thunderstorms and spawn tornadoes.

This all used to wait until after Memorial Day, but this year it’s getting cranked up well before Easter.  I know what we should all give up for Lent.  Carbon emissions.