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.

Demos (people) Kratos (power, force)

Summer                                                       Most Heat Moon

This world is rapidly changin’. Dylan

Today Kate meets with the first of the Colorado realtors, tomorrow the second. She’s in full Kate mode which means intelligent, decisive, energized, sensitive. An excellent scout. She is our advance team, sent to reconnoiter while the main force of four canines and one human plus all our stuff remain behind. We will follow.

Her task, eventually, is to narrow the options in Colorado to three. Then the other human will travel with her, probably joined by the Denver Olsons as a consultancy. We will decide together. This may seem clumsy to many of you, but it is the way I have learned throughout a lifetime of politics and one I adhere to out of conviction.

No decision can be made independent of the effected parties and if I could include the dogs, I would. In their case we have to imagine their feelings and response to a particular place, then act accordingly. Yes, I suppose it is true, as many tyrants say, that people want only food, housing, security, that they really don’t want to be involved with the messy business of guiding their own lives in the larger frame.  Over that same lifetime in politics, however, I have acted with the precise opposite assumption.

That is, people need to guide their own lives in the larger frame. To do this they need to join each other, sometimes in unions, sometimes in political parties, sometimes in issue driven organizations, sometimes in neighborhood organizations or rural co-operatives, sometimes in businesses, but always with others who share their convictions and have similar life situations. This is democracy with a small d, one driven not by the constitution or by the greater idea of democracy as a political philosophy to organize nations, but democracy itself which means, in its original Greek etymology, people (demos) power or force (kratos).

This remains a radical understanding of how to organize the commonweal, but it is just such an understanding that many of us soaked in the culture of the late 1960’s came to embrace. Yes, it is at times unwieldy. Yes, it is often prone to lengthy decisions. Yes, it can be perverted by a determined minority or damaged by a narrow-minded majority, but it is the best way of turning aside the tyranny of oligarchy which is the bane of our late stage industrial capitalist society.

And so, even in the small decision of which home to buy, small in the grander scheme, but large in ours, there will be many voices, all significant. And Kate and I will listen to them.