Family. Gathering.

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Little feet pounding up and down the hallway.  Non-residents in the steam bath.  A dining

table set for six.  Cartoons on the tv.  Visitors coming to visit the visitors.  A storm of energy.  Talk about extravagance.

Rigel, our most wolfhound-like dog, likes to go into the entry passage between the garage and the kitchen to lie down.  It’s her safe place when thunderstorms approach.  She was back there last night and Gabe, 5 years old, looked at her and said to me, “Your dog is lonely.”

Gabe is all frenetic energy.  Running, opening, closing, activating electronic devices of all kinds, carrying this from here to there.  Banging on the piano.  (right now in fact) Switching his interests like mercury contacting an electrical lead.  He has mosquito bites, all swollen a bit more than I would find normal, probably due to his hemophilia.  When he came, three sacks filled with factor came with him and went into the downstairs refrigerator.  The factor adds back the clotting factors he’s missing in his clotting cascade.

Ruth has her energetic side, too.  She’s 7 after all.  But she said to me, “I read all the time.” She also recognizes onomatopoeia, alliteration, negative numbers and has a shy eagerness about learning.  We also watched her bowl a 195 on the Wii, then proceed to win a tennis match.  Her small body flows with grace.  In addition, and perhaps most tellingly for her future, she designs.  Dresses.  Which grandma then makes.  Her flare for color and shape surprises me.

Her parents are friends of mine.  We talk, often like college students, late into the night.  Jon and I dissected the American political economy last night.  Jen and I discussed the strange relational behavior of her psychiatrist uncle.  They’re teachers, Jen elementary and Jon art for elementary kids.  This is serious work, formative for our future, and yet also frustrating with high stakes tests and the reality of working with Latino and African-American kids coming from poor homes.

Mark, too, is still here.  He passed his driver’s license test yesterday and now will sport a Minnesota driver’s license as he travels the world.  His money is here as well.  So, in some defining ways, Mark has become a Minnesotan though he describes himself a warm weather guy, having spent most of the last 20 + years in either Thailand or Saudi Arabia.

As often happens when family gathers, I find myself wishing we were closer together.  When I grew up, my whole extended family on my mother’s side lived within a radius of 40 miles.  This allowed constant interaction that kept family life rich, but, also mundane, ordinary.  Now, it happens in these episodic bursts, the Stock Show in Denver, the occasional visit here, other times in Denver.  Mark and Mary come from time to time.

These infrequent family visits, supplemented in a powerful way by Skype and Facetime, represent the new reality for many.  I don’t know whether it’s better or worse, but it is different from the way I grew up, though I suppose I should add that my Dad’s family was spread around: Oklahoma, Texas, Louisiana and Georgia.

 

Yes

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The earth has reached the point in its orbit where its tilt reaches toward the sun.  This is one solstice, the solstice of leaning toward.  At the solstice of leaning toward, the sun reaches its highest point in the sky.  Heat begins to build and will continue to do so after the solstice even though the arc of the day has begun to diminish and the arc of the night to expand.

This solstice can be seen as a moment of extravagance, of the sun blessing us with its bounty. (though it must be observed that the sun spends itself without discrimination as regards our home.  it is, rather, our capture of more of its expenditure that defines the season)  In that regard we can look into our lives for those blessings, those extravagances that assert themselves right now, throwing heat and light into our days.

The summer solstice begs us to enjoy them.  Grand kids shine their innocence, a brilliant beacon, into us and in the reflection of that innocence we find ourselves restored.  We can wonder whether astronauts have tushies, read books all the time, giggle at negative numbers, shoot long threads of silly string over the forest, smile or even act mischievously in that ingenuous way kids have.

The garden’s green and growing things:  carrots, lilies, iris, beets, leeks, hosta, juniper, kale, chard, sugar snap peas, lilacs, hydrangeas, ferns, cucumbers, tomatoes, peppers, asparagus, strawberries, rhubarb, raspberries, daisies, peonies, bug bane and begonias.  The orchard with hundreds of apples, cherries, plums and pears, currants and blueberries, gooseberries.  What a cornucopia.  And the bees, working at building their colony.  This is life throwing itself away for the life of others, a joint dance with humans and plants and animals in it together.

23 years of marriage.  A wondrous extravagance, giving that many years and promising that many more.  The time, the memories, the trust, the hopes, the suffering, the joy.  Yes.

This is the time to say yes.  Yes marriage.  Yes garden.  Yes grand children.  Yes home.  Yes state.  Yes earth.  Yes sun.

This is the time to lean towards.  To react with great warmth.  To shine as brightly as you can.  Wherever you can.  Yes.

House Guests

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The grand kids have arrived.  With their parents in tow.  We have a playhouse for them that we put in the woods at the same time we put in the orchard.  Now, just outside the area of the playhouse, we have the new fire pit.

Tomorrow night we’re going to have an inaugural solstice bonfire.  We plan bonfires on the two solstices and on Beltane and Samhain.  I hope these can begin to be gathering moments for folks interested in celebrating these turning points of the Great Wheel.  Stay tuned for more about these events. We’re going to test the bonfire concept tomorrow night on the grand kids, after that, y’all come.

This family has been on the road since last Friday, driving from Denver to Chicago, then north across the Mackinac Bridge into the U.P., across the U.P. to the Brule for a night, then here this afternoon.  That’s a lot of time in the car for four people.  Exhausting might not even cover it.

Good to have them here, building memories.  We get out there quite a bit, but it’s nice to have them here, too.

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Reviewing Latin as we wait for the arrival of the grandkids.

Mark and I are going over to the driver testing facility later for his 1 pm appointment.  I hope he passes.  It would be good for him to have the option to drive.  With a US license he can apply for an international license.

 

No country or corporation has the right to pollute the air at the expense of Singaporeans’ health and wellbeing.

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Linking the story from Singapore to this article in the New York Review of Books,  Collapse and Crash, JUNE 20, 2013, Bill McKibben, gives me a chance to promote your reading of Bill McKibben’s fine review of a book by engineer Henry Petroski, To Forgive Design: Understanding Failure.

(our very own engineering failure)

Though the book sounds interesting in its own right, it preaches failure as the great teacher, it’s McKibben’s context for his review that made me really pay attention.  In it he observes that many failures, perhaps most engineering failures, result in serious questioning of existing standards and often their revision.

And that’s just the rub now.  Mother Earth no longer acts according to the rules of the Holocene, the period since the end of the last Ice Age.  Temperature has risen on average about 1 degree around the globe.  And will rise more.  One thing this does, McKibben points out, is add energy to meteorological phenomenon, producing more tornadoes, more severe thunderstorms and, take just these two, increases stress on buildings, dams, sewer systems, stresses that were previously adjudged to be 50 year or 100 year or 500 year events, now occurring much more frequently.

How do engineers design structures safely and, a critical point, economically in such a plastic environment?  Then, as McKibben also points out, those who travel with the engineers, bond agencies and insurance companies, face an uncertain and novel setting for their work, too.

My sense is that McKibben, a well known environmentalist, has begun to point out the real time effects of global warming, not just the overall, omg the ice is melting, but it will also cost us money and lives and create a unique, unknown future.

chicken and waffles

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Finished the HBO version of Mildred Pierce with Kate Winslet.  We saw the original movie a month or two ago and wanted to see this one, too.  What a shocker.  The HBO version has an almost entirely different last third.  The original, I imagine, took elements from the book and created a fine movie, one I liked a lot.  But, the HBO version, which I imagine is closer to the book, created a fine work, too.  Very, very different.  That’s one of the things I love about art, it can take the same subject matter and wring so many different perspectives from it.

 

James Cain, author of the novel, Mildred Pierce, also wrote Double Indemnity and the Postman Only Rings Twice.

Ex-Pats

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The two ex-pats nodded knowingly at each other as they discussed returning to the U.S. for visits from their home’s abroad.  Mark said, “Yes, I walk down the hall at the motel and people move aside.”  Mary said, “Yes, I now what you mean exactly.”  Mark continued, “It’s the nuances.  I understand the signs here.  I don’t have to communicate with sign language.”  Again Mary agreed, but added, “Still, when I come back, there are also things that are strange.”  She talked about a time when she needed to call me to tell she had gotten delayed, but could no longer find a pay phone.  But they both agreed, Mary from Singapore and Mark from his motel in Coon Rapids, that there was a feeling of comfort at being in the home culture.

Mary says the pollution in Singapore is bad enough to make breathing difficult.  Loggers in Indonesia burn the forests, then the smoke crosses the Straits to reach this fortunately air-conditioned nation.  When Singaporeans and Malaysians complain  to Indonesia, the Indonesians point that the companies which own the forests and do the clear cutting and burning are owned by Malaysians and Singaporeans.  Meanwhile, many people wear masks or stay inside.  With little wind during the hot summer months it’s unclear how long this pollution will be around.  It began last Friday.

(Singapore yesterday)

Mary also reports that dengue fever, also known as bone break fever, has infected 10,000 already this year as opposed to 5,000 last year.  This has lead officials to declare dengue hot spots, marked with red circles, in which there have been ten or more cases.  In those hot spots mosquito control will come into your home and check for mosquitoes.  We know about mosquitoes, but not dengue fever, though West Nile virus is here.

(sand storm, Riyadh)

In response to a question Mark said that sand storms create similar problems to the haze in Singapore, with respiratory illnesses increasing.

The ex-pat life.

Don’t Watch This Movie

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Since Mark is here from Saudi Arabia, I’m sensitized to the differences between a closed society and an open one.  That’s why watching the movie, This Means War*, starring Reese Witherspoon, tonight made me cringe.  Not only was this a poor choice on my part, it’s puerile and mostly non-funny.  We have this powerful tool, freedom of expression, and we use it to produce drivel like this?  We should be ashamed.

Not everything needs to be Citizen Kane or To Kill a Mockingbird, but it should at least exhibit some basic intelligence.   Not only should you avoid this movie, you should question my judgment in first selecting it, then watching it.  Yecccch.

*TOMATOMETER

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 A career lowlight for all three of its likable stars, This Means War is loud, clumsily edited, and neither romantic nor funny.

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The Shoulder

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Finished my p.t. visits for the shoulder.  When asked at this point what he thought caused this pain, “Rust.  Or, dry rot.” David Poulter said.  In this case some form of cervical impingement and possibly a rotator cuff tear.  On the likelihood of its return.  “If you keep up the resistance work, you’ll minimize it.”  But.  Since it is rust, the probability is that something, if not the exact same thing will happen again.  Hopefully not for awhile.

David also said that I had gotten in three weeks the amount of improvement it takes most folks to get in three months.  That made me feel good because it speaks well of my body’s continuing capacity to heal itself.  The key in this case apparently is steady work.  Which I’ve been doing.  I don’t like pain, but am willing to endure it to put it behind me.

David is an interesting guy.  His brother lives in Brittany and the time trials for the Tour de France are in Mont St. Michel this year, so he’s packing up and moving to Brittany for four months. He’s 54, born in Lancastershire, moved to Australia, then New Zealand and eighteen years ago to the U.S.  His sport is cycling so he’s going to ride the 35 miles to the time trials and generally hang out as a cyclist, a Brit who speaks bon francais, but who has a desire to become fluent.

Of course, Brittany is that oddity, the Celtic part of France, speaking a native tongue closest to Cornish.  David told me that Great Britain comes from the island, Britain, plus the little Britain, Brittany.  Further, that the French/English animosity comes from the Roman, then the Saxon, then the French invasions which pushed the native Britons (the Celts) into the peripheral countries of Ireland, Wales, Scotland, Cornwall, the Isle of Mann and Brittany.

(Brittany in dark blue.)

 

Outside, Inside. Again.

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Summer is its own creature, a season apart from the others, especially here in the north.  Things grow.  Outside has only insect barriers, no cold or ice or snow or chill.  Yes, rain and thunder and tornadoes and derechos. Yes.  But only occasionally.  Usually the sun shines, heat climbs, jackets and boots stay in the closet.

It is now, finally, summer.  In three days the summer solstice will arrive, midsommer as celebrated in Scandinavia.  Here, this year, it will almost mark the beginning of our actual summer.

With the bees and the flowers, the vegetables and the woods, now the fire pit and visiting kin you would think I might love the summer.  And I do, in my way.  I appreciate it, look forward to it, enjoy it.  In particular I like working outside, planting, tending, harvesting.  Having the self expand out into the world beyond the house feels good, extends my understanding of who I am and of those whom I love.

Still, I will celebrate not the light on the day of the summer solstice, but its opposite, the beginning of night’s gradual increase.  I don’t know whether it’s my northern European DNA, or the mysterious lure that drew me north ever since reading Jack London, or a tendency toward melancholy, or a more general sense that my most vital activity occurs when the nights grow long and the temperature falls.

What I do know is that as the shadows lengthen and twilight comes sooner, my inner life begins to deepen, ideas bubble out of my interior.  My creative self flourishes.  It just occurred to me as I wrote this that attention outside draws me away from myself and from the inner work, undoubtedly a good thing, but as I sense the need for outside attention wane, my inner world grows more demanding.

If this is in fact the way it is, then I’m glad, for it means my inner life and the progression of the seasons have begun to synchronize in a powerful, subconscious way.