A Full Summer Moon

Beltane                                                                      Summer Moon

A full summer moon hangs in the June sky giving a lustre of mid-day to the objects below. About a half-mile before the turn onto 153rd Ave. Round Lake reflects this moon, faint ripples on its surface made silver. The rains and the snowfall of this first half-year have filled it up. It’s been a welcome sight on return trips home for twenty years.

Tonight I came back from the monthly sheepshead game at Roy Wolf’s in St. Paul. Luck, lady luck, was with me tonight. A nod to Fortuna and her grace. This group of three ex-Jesuits, one aging peace activist and a former Protestant make an odd group in terms of faith journeys. Two of us have left the formal religious world behind some time ago while three work in it in hopes of reform.

The ostensible thing that keeps us meeting once a month lies in small pieces of pasteboard, some with pictures, some not. We distribute them to each other, try to discern something from the ones given to us and play this German peasant game with its odd rules (queens are high for one thing). The game gets us together, but the relationships keep us coming together to play the game.

 

Editing

Beltane                                                                     Summer Moon

Boxes have begun to pile up. Some with yellow tape. Not sure yet. Most right now with red tape. Sell. A few with green tape. Move. As the months progress the green boxes will out number the red ones as we “edit” our belongings. Edit is a real estate term for cleaning all the junk out of the house before you try to sell it.

We’ll have SortTossPack come the last week of June to help clear out the garage, take our bedroom furniture except for the bed, the furniture in the guest room, again with the exception of the bed. By then we’ll also have numerous boxes of books and curios, dvds and such. I’m hopeful sometime in that time frame the Vectra, the leg press, the long arm quilter and the riding lawnmower have gone on to other homes where they will be used.

We meet with the last realtor to interview next Tuesday, the day after we meet with our financial consultant. On Tuesday Anne, Kate’s sister, helped us begin what will be a larger editing of our landscape. Mostly pruning, but some new plantings as well. On that day, too, I cut away the yew over the boulder wall.

All this work, small chunks at a time, has taken the edge off the move for me, made it something now, rather than later. We are, so far, making the move a pleasant experience, one with enough time to accomplish. May it be so going forward, too.