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Woolly Mammoths

Red Stag, Woolly Mammoths, Wild Boar’s Teeth

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Beltane                                                                     Emergence Moon

Woollies gathered at the Red Stag tonight. Tania was our waitress. She had three molars of a wild boar and a small Minnesota map in metal around her neck.

Tom, Stefan, Warren, Bill, Scott and myself. This was the first gathering since I wrote here about the move and there was conversation, affirmation, questions. The consensus seems to focus on adventure. I agree.

Warren reports that their move to the other house, 4 doors down, is almost complete though his big organ remains to be moved. He’s excited about putting the other house up for sale. Stefan is back from L.A. after spending time with Taylor, the ambitious young artist. He has a strong financial backer, seems to have his feet on the floor and a lot of motivation to succeed. Music is a tough racket and music in Hollywood defines one end of the tough spectrum.

Tom’s micro-wave, four fingers over the black cast, got our attention. He says if all goes well, and it seems to be, the cast will come off this week and he’ll get a removable brace. It stays on for two months, but can be removed for the shower, hand washing. He’s very pleased at that possibility.

Scott’s son and his partner have offered Scott an adventure trip which they will pay for. He’s trying to decide where to go and got ideas around the table. Mankato was the first one. Then, if he wanted to juice it up, North Mankato.

The retreat starts next week Thursday. We’re all looking forward to the time together.

Colorado, Feelings, Travel

Still No Wind

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In spite of what I said yesterday I’m still in the doldrums. Still feeling out of touch with now, wishing for some magic transport portal that would accomplish this move in a flash. The resistance I have is not about the decision, that makes sense, feels good. Moving. And prior to moving, culling, sorting, packing, staging, selling, buying. I’ve done it, more times than I care to count, but it’s been 20 years and that’s a long, long time. Longer than I’ve lived anywhere. All that time to accumulate. Stuff.

And the resistance is, as I said the other day, premonitory. What can I do today? Gather all the garden tools, put them on a tarp and divide them into keep and donate. After that’s done, I can plant the onions and leeks. Then, we can go into the garage. Same discipline. Sort. Divide into keep and donate. That’s what I can do now. I can’t hunt for land or property. I know that. So we can do the incremental things that will make it possible for us to move forward.

Imagine those pioneers faced with a homestead full of things and a Conestoga wagon to put them in. That must have been a challenge. Or, all those nomadic peoples who pick up and move every season. Packing light’s a necessity. So, it can be done. I know it.

Commentary on the news, Minnesota

Minnesota Whacko

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John David LaDue.  Byron White. An RV with extra cargo. Geez, Minnesota. A dedicated Columbine-massacre aspirant, a cold-blooded killer of teens and that smell, oh, that’s just the body we left there. We told you not to open the front compartments. Each one of these stories makes national and international news because, because they’re so damned odd.

How about the knife and axe throwing kid who has a storage room filled with bomb-making materials, more guns that needed to take down a white-tail and carefully thought out plan to kill his family, deploy a diversion and then slaughter as many classmates as possible. A quiet kid.

The aging security professional who parked his truck away from home then sat in wait for the burglars who’d targeted him. No, I’m not excusing the burglary. I’m commenting on the predator nature of the trap and the vermin comments and the gap between wounding and killing. Of several hours.

Get the guys together for a bachelor party, hire an RV and drive it to the Kentucky Derby. What could go wrong? Nothing, really, except for renting a vehicle that had a 23-year old man’s corpse in a front storage area. I liked the groom’s spirit though. They rented a hotel room, watched the Wild in the Stanley Cup playoffs, then headed north to watch the Derby at Canterbury.

Now we all know there were many other sane and good things going on here over the last couple of weeks but to the outside world we completely whacko. And not in a funny, haha, sort of way. Nope, in a psychopathic violent sort of way.

Whatever happened to the place where everybody’s good-looking and the kids are above average? Let’s see. Keillor grew up in Anoka. Where was the RV owners home again? Oh. Anoka.