Mussar

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The Evergreen Rodeo closed the streets of this mountain town this morning, but Kate and I managed to slip in just after it was over. We went to Beth Evergreen, a Reconstructionist Jewish congregation located just off Highway 74 on the way out of town toward I-70.

Kate’s serious about joining and I’m serious about supporting her. It’s about time I began meeting some new friends here. I’ll not go to membership with her, I’m past joining. At least I think I am. But I’ll attend, help out.

There was an interesting piece of today’s two hours that showcased what Beth Evergreen has to offer. Mussar. Here’s a short piece:

“By this time I had already come to see myself as a soul. That’s one of the first things any student of Mussar needs to understand and acknowledge, deeply and clearly. Each of us is a soul. Mostly we have been told that we “have” a soul, but that’s not the same thing. To have a soul would indicate that we are primarily an ego or a personality that in some way “possesses” a soul.

The first step on the path of Mussar is to unlearn that linguistic misconception and to realize that our essence is the soul and that all aspects of ego and personality flow from that essence. At its core, the soul is pure, but habits, tendencies and imbalances often obscure some of that inner light.”

It looks interesting and requires no theological perspective. There will be more on all of this as we move forward.

 

Education in the Mountains

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Just posted this on a Pinecam.com thread featuring, other than mine, rants about a new bond issue from Jefferson County (Jeffco) schools:

At 69 I’m excited about the future of our county, our state and our country. However. To remain strong globally and internally we need each of our citizens to work with as much of their potential as possible. The key that unlocks this potential is education.

The school district in Jeffco has been in turmoil over the last few years, especially when the school board was at war with its principal employees, the teachers. The way forward includes good facilities, decently paid teachers and extra-curricular activities that don’t require students to sell things to support them. My wife and I are happy to contribute another $150 a year to ensure that the next generation includes well-educated adults, ready to take on the demands of a world power.

We each have a responsibility to our own children or grandchildren and more broadly to all the children in our community. Why? Because each business, each law firm, each medical practice, each university, each level of government, each city and town depends on having citizens capable of leading them into the future.

There are things my taxes get used for that I don’t like. But, elementary and high school education? Let’s fund it like our country’s future depends on it. Because it does.


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The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
– John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir, (1938), page 313.

Nothing Easy

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Ah. The divorce has moved on to more sane grounds. Looks like Jon and Jen may be able to work out their differences. There’s nothing easy about divorce, having done it twice. It involves pain and rupture, the death of love, moving, lawyers, the legal system. Kids have no power and get confused, angry. Just like the adults only worse.

No truly amicable path leads out of a marriage. But. When the two former lovers and friends can agree on something more than their mutual pain, like the ongoing well-being of their children, or the need for both to leave the marriage intact and able to pursue a new life, then sensible decisions can get made. Lives zippered together can slowly separate, ease out of the old and into the new.

I can see this process beginning to unfold for Jon and Jen, Ruth and Gabe. It makes me glad, for a long, acrimonious struggle enervates everyone involved and makes the next phase of life even more difficult than it needs to be. Still a long time ahead for this family, but I’m hopeful now.

Work Around the House

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Low solar efficiency in April
Low solar efficiency in April

Actions have consequences. Putting up the solar panels means we have to pay attention to those things that impair our efficiency. Last month’s electric bill was $10.28, but pine pollen has coated the panels again and is reducing production. No rain forecast, so I’m going to get up on the roof with a hose (what could go wrong?) and wash them off myself.

The rains of the past few weeks have also grown a nice crop of fuel in the back so Kate’s going to take to the lawn mower. We have to keep the fuel mown down to less than 6″. Kate’s also been prettying up the garden beds around the house, satisfying her dig in the soil and make things grow need. Looks nice.

Finding a contractor to wash and reseal the wood siding for the garage and the shed is a next task. Bids. Something I want to get done before the summer is over. And the garage itself needs clearing out, as I’ve mentioned.

Rigel had two teeth pulled yesterday during a dental visit to Sano hospital. She’s doing well this morning although last night she woke Kate up with her barking.

Gertie

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go-go girls: Gertie in the foreground, Rigel in back
go-go girls: Gertie in the foreground, Rigel in back

Gertie. A rascal, a little ornery dog. On Monday, when I went to Littleton to pick up my new reading glasses, I took the go-go girls, Rigel and Gertie, with me. Like most dogs they like to stick their heads out the window, let the wind blow their hair, take in the smell-o-rama wafting toward them. Now that it’s summer we put the windows down for them.

However. Having not yet learned to lock the windows (me), I looked at the right outside mirror while stopped at a light. Huh. Gertie had her front feet draped over the window, hanging on the outside of the car. Then. Huh? Gertie vaulted herself out of the car and onto Deer Creek Canyon Road. OMG! I opened my door to go get her, willing to suffer whatever the folks behind threw at me. Before I could get out, she trotted around the front of the car, came to me when I called her and I pulled her back inside. All this while the light was still red.

She had stepped on the electric window button and lowered the window all by herself. I could have anticipated this. But I didn’t. She’s turned on the air conditioning, set the emergency lights blinking and kicked the car out of gear. Now I lock the windows when the go-go girls are in the car.

Old habits, rejuvenated

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Home cooking in Park County, near Bailey

Slowly getting back into cooking using NYT recipes. A tomato and pomegranate salad I made Sunday received an encore performance for Kate’s quilting group. The eight women that showed up left only a spoonful to take home. The best kind of praise.

Today I’m marinating leg of lamb to make Jerusalem shawarma.  This one required some herbs and spices we didn’t have so I had to go to a spice shop. A fun place.

I used to cook a lot and enjoyed it; but, after Kate’s retirement, we slipped into a habit of her cooking. Rectifying that requires some rearrangement of my day since I normally work out around 4 p.m., a good time to cook supper.

Learned last night that Seth and Hannah will not be taking the logs from the backyard. Seth’s done a lot of fire mitigation, too, and has plenty. That means I’ve got to figure out something to do with a hell a lot of wood. It’s work I would have had to do if they hadn’t been in the picture, but I’d hoped they would relieve me of a lot of it. Not gonna happen. Still noodling this one.

freshman year
Still this guy, 55 years later

The flow of work, Latin and novels and reimagining, has slowed to a trickle since late March: Asia, Vega, iconetectomy on Ancientrails, then wildfire mitigation. This week or next, probably next, I’ll start up again.

Like restarting workouts I’ve found it’s best for me if I start slowly, build toward a full morning of work. I’m excited to return to intellectual work though I’ve enjoyed the hiatus.

Physical labor has its own rewards, not least among them a mindfulness required when using sharp objects and lifting heavy weights.

Fini

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stacksSwipes forehead with bandana. Since May 20th wildfire mitigation has been an almost daily project. Today, June 14th, I stacked the final logs, trying to place them so that if a wildfire occurs before Seth and Hannah can claim them, they won’t literally add fuel to the fire. So, as of today, I’m declaring the fire mitigation I began last fall over. For now.

stacks2There are other matters to address. The limbs on remaining trees, screens on our vents and clearing needles out of the gutters, but those are not for right now. Today I’m celebrating the finish line for a major chunk of work.

That garage is next. Finally bringing an organizing hand to the last remaining bastion of post-move chaos. A few niggling inside matters, too. Room for a good bit more work there, but all in its own time.

American Horror Story

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Here’s another strange phenomenon with the American nightmare. Each time a mass shooting happens, no matter the apparent motivation, no matter the carnage, pro-gun forces use it to emphasize how we need more guns. And, in another very peculiar and sad phenomenon, organizations like the NRA convince gun owners or would be gun owners that the ensuing backlash will, this time, restrict weapons purchases. The result? More people buy guns.

This is a world of inverted value, a world in which George Orwell would have felt at home, a world of a never ending Feast of Fools. Common sense notions like people use guns to kill other people become a rallying cry for increasing gun ownership.

The American dream. Yes, a true and continuing nightmare from which we seem unable to awake. Gunpowder falls over us like an evil pixie dust. People die beneath its enchantment. What other than a curse could explain the twisted logic we find in our newspapers, our online news sources?

Into this toxic environment clomps the drum major of fear’s dark parade: Donald Trump. Could he be the Lord of Misrule who finally captures real power? If we wish to sleep peacefully in our own beds, he had better be stopped. Otherwise angry dreams will more and more intrude on waking life, making this great country a Day of the Dead version of itself.

Terrorism or Good Old American Homegrown Violence?

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Orlando. The Pulse shooting. A strange phenomenon is emerging in the reporting of mass shootings, at least strange to me. A question arises early in the news cycle. Was it an act of terrorism? There is then a back and forth about the shooter, their background, their possible motivations. If it’s determined that the shooter had jihadi links, then we put the act over here with a smug “I told you so.” See the Donald’s reaction to Pulse.

On the other hand, if the shooter does not seem to have Middle Eastern terrorist ties, then it becomes a person who was mentally ill and yet another instance, from the NRA perspective, where a gun was misused. No need to control the tool which, like plague bacteria, spreads death in its wake.

Do you see the strangeness here? The peculiar and often commented upon violent tendencies in American culture have become indistinguishable from the very enemy we fight. So much so that an initial analysis is required to separate good old homegrown American violence, just another mass shooting by some whack job, from an act of venal terrorism.

Pogo, “I have seen the enemy and he is us.” I said it before here. The NRA must be seen an organization that supports terrorism, both domestic and foreign. It’s policies have led directly to the rise in mass violence. Let’s shut it down.

Soon, Back to the Marathons

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Kate at work yellowIt’s Sunday. We’ll head out in a bit for our business meeting, going somewhere nearby for breakfast. This is a routine, weekly. These meetings where we discuss money matters, calendar, upcoming projects, how we’re doing are an important part of our marriage. They prevent issues that could divide us or surprise us from sneaking into our lives. In a sense they’re the board meeting for our marriage in its quasi-corporate aspect, but more than that they are a commitment to open discussion, to mutual decision making, to the sort of hard headed pragmatism I believe many people around the world see in American culture. Thanks to Ruth Hayden.

The sprint that started after we got back from Asia with Vega’s sudden, fatal illness, then the copyright infringement legal problem and the subsequent expunging of images from Ancientrails, followed by three weeks or so of fire mitigation is nearly over. Cleaning out the garage and organizing it, clearing off the swedish shelving in the house and getting the china cabinet upstairs into the guest room will be the last of it. Then I will get back to Latin, to Jennie’s Dead and Superior Wolf, and reimagining faith. That is, I’ll get back to working on them in the mornings.