A Small Clan

Lugnasa                                                              Garlic Planting Moon

A small clan of Woollies met at the ghost of Shelby’s Woodroast in St. Louis Park.  All the decor is there, but Shelby has left the building.

We got caught up on missing bags of money, a grandson’s trajectory through treatment for sarcoma–positive at this point, family–family–family and a son with a lack of regard for others and the continuing struggle between cancer and will, between cancer and peace of mind.  Though these may seem like dark topics they become lighter when passed around the table.

I’m glad one of us had the good sense to ask for a meeting.

Lugnasa                                                                     Garlic Planting Moon

When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep — not screaming, like the passengers in his car.

Exurban Disadvantage #1: Travel Time

Lugnasa                                                                  Garlic Planting Moon

A disadvantage of living in the exurbs, a big one, is travel time.  Today I’m going into the Peninsula Restaurant for a lunch with my docent classmates.  Around 40 minutes if travel time is normal.  At 6pm I need to be in St. Louis Park, near the intersection of Louisiana and 394.  Probably about the same.  That’s 160 minutes travel time, pretty damned close to three hours, out of one day.

Of course, these kind of trips are a choice.  But since it is these kind of journeys that maintain connections with friends whom I cherish, it’s not much of a choice.  Relationships, like politics, demand face time and showing up.  No substitute.

That means somethings have to get juggled on days like this.