Topics

Summer                                                                 Most Heat Moon

Virtually nobody asked me how I pick a topic for Ancientrails. So, I’ll answer anyhow. Once in a while I have a clear idea like Latin, Kate in Colorado, thanks to Tom and Roxann, but just as often I sit down and stare at the screen until something comes.

The question of how I pick topics came to me just now and it’s really not an easy one to answer. There are certainly diary type entries that say this happened, that happened and I thought this. There are also entries that I think of as conceptual bread crumbs, a sort of Hansel and Gretel trail laid down my in the now self for my future self to follow. These can be about anything, but often they’re about politics, philosophy, religion, art. Matters on which my position may change, probably is changing, or even matters on which I don’t know what I think.

Of course there are holiday and Great Wheel driven posts since the ways we mark time as special, as sacred continues to fascinate me.  Events might trigger a post about aging, the third phase, the move to Colorado, family. The changing face of the gardening year also prompts posts, just as the changing seasons do.

What’s the point? On the macro level these are all bread crumbs of a sort, perhaps for grandkids or children, perhaps for myself or those who know me, perhaps for archivists. At the particular level it’s hard to say. Wandering thoughts, sort of a mental graffiti thrown up on the digital wall. And the keyboard, having writ, moves on.

Back Home Again, Upon the Wabash

Summer                                                            Most Heat Moon

Took my fellow Hoosier, sister Mary, out to International House of Pancakes, a chain redolent with Indiana memories. They even seem to hire Hoosier like waitresses, thin and cheerful, like blue-collar librarians. I had country fried steak and eggs, but Mary had a special, blueberry cannoli. An improbable breakfast item, but there it was and Mary liked it.

After IHOP, we drove through northern Anoka County, winding past wetlands, sod farms and older country homes to the Green Barn. There I picked up 6 bags of woodchips and loaded them in the RAV4 so I can complete the deck work today.

Northern Anoka County has that northwoods feel. In fact, the boreal forest reaches its southern most extension near here. This rural ambiance is not really found in Singapore, a modern city-state. Mary did say that there are farms in Singapore, farms raising organic vegetables for local grocers and restaurants.

Aurora

Summit                                                                   Most Heat Moon

I don’t do many of these, mostly because I rarely get up before 7:30 or so and that means dawn has come and gone. Today though, with a dog needing to go outside, I’m up. Once a certain amount of wakefulness crosses the barrier of consciousness, going back to sleep right away is a lost cause.

Mary and I are going out to breakfast, then up to the Green Barn for woodchips to finish off the deck. Beisswinger’s surprised me by not having much in the way of mulch, just some more expensive shredded bark, which was not what I needed.

 

Nocturne

Summer                                                            Most Heat Moon

Another bookshelf packed up and about a third of another. Kate called with more news from Colorado, visits to Golden and Idaho Springs, another realtor whom she liked even more than the last one. Tomorrow she plans a trip between Boulder and Golden on the advice of Ann Beck, today’s realtor.

Mary and I tried to eat at that Gasthof in Northeast, but it was closed for some reason. The parking at the Red Stag was impossible. So we ended up at the Aster in St. Anthony Main. After the meal, we walked out to St. Anthony Falls and watched the power of the Upper Mississippi express itself in churning foam and water spilling, fast and powerful.

Kepler has begun to settle in, not even barking at Mary. It seems Ruth and Jon’s visit made him aware that we get visitors and that he doesn’t need to announce each one. He spent time downstairs with me today, helping me pack. Tonight he’ll sleep on the bed with me since Kate’s not in her place.

These nocturnes will, I imagine, have a different flavor with mountains around and, possibly, a night sky clear of light pollution. May it be so.

Unreliable?

Summer                                                  Most Heat Moon

Forgot to mention that there was a hint of unreliability in Kate’s information yesterday. The realtor told her that many who lived at altitude, 6,500-8,000 feet above sea level, didn’t have air conditioners. They use ceiling fans, exhaust fans and cross ventilation. Since Kate recounted this with no apparent reservation or exclamation, I concluded that she may not be wholly with it. Maybe the altitude?

Today there’s a bit more of the neither here nor thereness in my heart. It’s due, I know, to Kate’s work in Colorado, getting the Colorado part more in focus, and Jon and Ruth’s visit. Living in the move works when I can balance the work here with a focus there now and then. When Colorado moves into the foreground, it can tip me out of the liminal space-living in the move-and into that uncomfortable not here, not there feeling.

 

 

State Fair

Summer                                                                      Most Heat Moon

The world cup is over. The all star game is behind us. Fourth of July has come. And gone. The next big event in the state is the State Fair. Our State Fair is a phenomenon, one of the last great State Fairs. Texas, which draws 3 million visitors a year, is #1. But, then Texas is #2 in population and Minnesota is #22. Minnesota’s state fair ranks #2 with 1.6 million visitors a year.

A few years back I toured a group of Chilean college students through the Minneapolis Institute of Arts. While spending time in the photography gallery, we came to a set featuring the state fair. After they finished exploring the photographs and listening to my explanation, they all agreed these were their favorite works in the museum. Also, they wanted to return to Minnesota to attend the fair. I don’t know if they did, but I know if they did, they would not have been disappointed.

It’s been awhile since I went to the fair with any regularity, but I’ll be there this year since it might be my last while I’m a resident.

Nocturne

Summer                                                       Most Heat Moon

The most heat moon has presided over a distinctly non-hot week so far. We beat the daily low yesterday by nine degrees! Nine. Today was cool and comfortable, too. Much like I imagine living at 7800 feet would be.                                                                                              Kate met with a realtor today and got some advice about looking along the I-70 corridor 10 miles either way west of Denver. Sounds fine to me. My criteria are already in place. The exact location in the state is not so important to me as having broad band, room for dogs, room for a garden and bees, space for Kate and me both to have our private spaces and so on.

Having her out there for this week will give us valuable information for our search next year when we will need to hone in on one place. Sounds like she’s having fun. How do I know? She said she’s tired. That means she had a good day.

Ovid and Quilting

Summer                                                                    Most Heat Moon

Latin has begun to feel similar to Kate’s sewing. In her sewing she can work for a bit, accomplish a small part and still feel she’s made progress. Now, I can work for an hour or so at a time (about the limit for me) and move my whole project forward a few verses. At the same time, like Kate and her sewing, I reinforce my skills and reaffirm them, giving me a sense of mastery. The aim is to put many shorter sessions together to make a whole quilt, or an entire translated story.

More and more I’m feeling like I may be on my own by this fall. An exciting and fulfilling feeling.

(Apollo_and_Daphne, Antonio_del_Pollaiolo_)

Needful Things

Summer                                                                Most Heat Moon

After coming back from the hardware and grocery stores, I cleaned our air conditioning unit coils. They get clogged up with cottonwood fluff. The fan pulling the air over the coils sucks the gray-white seed bearing plant matter onto the coils. If left on, it reduces the efficiency of the air conditioning unit considerably and can cause other problems.

Put the oil in the lawnmower, tried again to start it. Nope. Checked the manual. It goes into Beisswinger’s tomorrow. I’ll get woodchips to finish off the deck while I’m there. Those sort of things that need to get done.

I’ve been reading the Mysterious Benedict Society, volume 1, recommended by Ruth Olson. It’s not scintillating, but I can see why it’s an excellent kid’s book. It presents children as agents, effective in their own right. It also puts them into several different moral dilemmas, each difficult. The Society also captures a 10-12 year olds view of the adult world and in that serves as a good reminder to those of on the far, the very far side, of 12.

Oh, and our tunneling crew has been active. This time they’re digging right in front of the shed, a hole deep enough that when I saw Rigel in it her front shoulders were below ground. Why do they do it? No idea.

 

Nipping and Dipping

Summer                                                          Most Heat Moon

Took myself out to breakfast this morning at Pappy’s Cafe. This is an authentic small town gathering place just off Round Lake Boulevard. When I walked in this morning at 9 am, the heads turned to see the new arrival and they were all gray. It was like coming down to breakfast at Andover Independent Living (AILing).

The bacon and cheese omelette was not beautiful, but it was tasty. As you would expect. The waitress called me baby and touched my shoulder each time she came to fill the coffee cup. This is small town service and I liked it.

Bought a few groceries at Festival Foods, but our coupon shopper is out of state, so I stayed to the list. Mary’s coming tomorrow and we’ll pick up a few things for her then.

Ace Hardware for oil for the lawn mower. All this on a sunny October morning, it’s 65 here so far this a.m. The dogs are playful, smiling, running with toys in their mouths, nipping and dipping as dogs do when life is good. I feel the same way.