Knee, Snow, Travel

Spring                                                                                         Maiden Moon

The knee, 20 hours later. Feeling pretty good. Almost normal. A bit creaky, a little twingey, but otherwise, pretty damned good. The cortisone effect can last from weeks to months. I’m hoping months. The big issue with the knee, beyond Asia, is my regular workout. High intensity workouts, which I’ve been doing for a while, require some speedier, more stressful moments on the treadmill. The cortisone will make them easier for now. Worth it.

In other news here on Shadow Mountain we’re getting what may well may be another foot of snow. And this stuff is wet. And therefore heavy. Of course it’s Wednesday, when the trash goes out. Gonna get the yellow Cub Cadet out, but if it plugs up all the time, I’ll wait for the solar snow shovel or find somebody to plow us out.

Up here the forecast can change quickly if a system moves a bit further north or south. Last night the forecasts were for 2-7 inches. But in reality.

Today, and maybe tomorrow, is going to be largely trip related. Finish photographing our stuff. Get necessary information onto a flash drive for portability. Open a dropbox account to put my writing in the cloud. Get our emergency box of important papers put together. Sign up for international cell phone plans. Figure out how folks can contact us when necessary. Fussy stuff.

 

Black Mountain White

Imbolc                                                                                Maiden Moon

snow on the 19thBlack Mountain is white. I can see it out of two windows here and its looming shape, it’s about 1500 feet higher than our altitude here on Shadow Mountain, blends in with the sky. The lodgepole pines and the few aspen that cover it are snow covered. The mountains, which seem-and are-the definition of stability and bulk still surprise me by how frequently they change appearance. In the fog Black Mountain disappears. After a heavy snow it changes color, becomes different from its green and rocky self. At night, if Bishop Berkeley was right, it goes away, only to return in the morning light.

(Black Mountain is above the trees on the left)

In the fall aspen light up its elevations, gold against green. The green becomes more vivid.

The Front Range is a physical barrier to a traveler from the east as they head west along the 40th parallel. It marks the end of the Great Plains and does so in a sudden upsweep of rock. Those of us raised in the humid east find ourselves in a new, startlingly new, land. A big part of the fun of being here.

Staying With It

Imbolc                                                                     Maiden Moon

Latin. If I plotted my feelings on a graph, they would look like a roller coaster. Yesterday I read my written translations, rather than trying to pick my way through a sentence without consulting what I’d done in the previous couple of weeks. Very goods and atta boys. That made me feel more confident. Consulting the English after I translate a sentence has made me better.

It’s still about plateaus. This one is nearer to the goal than I’ve ever been. My skill is mostly adequate, with substantial help from the commentary and using English translations to make me rethink my work when necessary.

I’ve invested so much time in this project that I want to continue. Not an easy decision, but since I wrote about this a while back, I’ve made progress on my novels and on Reimagining while continuing to translate 5 or so verses a day. Switching my work flow to novels and Reimagining first, then Latin adjusted my work day to my priorities. Feels much better.

 

 

Vega

Imbolc                                                                                       Maiden Moon

feed me2Vega saw the vet for the last time, probably, for this incident. Her recovery took a couple of weeks longer than planned due to a rogue infection by an e-coli strain resistant to all but two available antibiotics. The final treatment involves putting Artemis honey on the remaining open area at her incision site. That means getting out a kitchen knife, dipping it in the honey, then slathering it over the open wound. Supposed to speed healing by 40%.

One of Vega’s learned skills is door opening. She pushed open the sliding doors off our deck in Andover and unlatched the main door we use here on Shadow Mountain. I was sad a couple of weeks ago thinking that her door opening days were over. Not so. She now rises up on her hind legs, flicks the latch with her remaining front leg, the right one, and leads the pack into the house.

 

Snowpack

Imbolc                                                                          Maiden Moon

Winter snows have more long term relevance here than in Minnesota. The snowpack in the Rockies, especially the mountains whose melting snows feed the Colorado River, influences water availability in nine states including drought battered California. So when we get a late March snow like the one going on right now-about a foot when it’s done according to Weather Underground-there are lots of happy people. This snow and a couple more apparently coming next week are welcome because we had a dry February and a dry, up until now, March.

snowpack graph

 

 

Come On

Imbolc                                                                              Maiden Moon

The silly season. Amplified. A Congress that has done nothing but obstruct governance, especially the House of Representatives, now finds the upper house in the news for a stunning decision to avoid their constitutional duties of advice and consent. The Senate Republicans have chosen a politically odd position: we will not hold hearings and certainly not a vote on a new Supreme Court Justice to replace Antonin Scalia.

The calculations involved are cynical. No big news there, but let’s call it what it is. The GOP has had a mostly congenial court for several years with five conservative justices and they’d like to keep it that way. So they position themselves as the people’s champion under the slogan, Let the people decide by electing a President.

I’d say this is a big gamble on their part, on two fronts. First, the Republicans have more to lose in Senate seats up this year than Democrats. This intransigent stand, clearly against Senate traditions, US political history and the Senate’s constitutional responsibilities should hurt Republicans most in the races for Senate. I hope. Second, and even more likely, when Hillary trounces Trump, she’ll nominate a candidate even further left than Obama has. Then, the Senate will be one down publicly after this silly season debacle.

The Supreme Court matters. A lot. And this change will create more conflict as the months roll on.

Going Away

Imbolc                                                                   Maiden Moon

I’m in pre-big trip mode. My sibs, Mary and Mark, have made international travel something like grabbing the Greyhound from Chicago to New York City, but I’ve done far less, so each time I go there seems to be a lot to consider. Here are a few.

What to pack? Always, less is more, but still even the less has content. Less of what should I take? Solved one problem by having Seoah find me a place to rent a tux or a suit. Still. The plan right now is to take what can fit in the big red suitcase and one carryon. The big red suitcase we bought for the Latin America cruise. There are some packing tips that I have saved and a checklist of necessities I made several years ago and update from time to time.

How to get money? In olden days cash or traveler’s checks. Now there are options. A debit card for a cash draw each day gets a good exchange rate and eliminates the need for protecting a large stash. A credit card is useful for bigger expenses: hotel bills, fancy meals, tuxedo rentals. One site I read recommended keeping one one-hundred dollar bill somewhere apart from everything else. Think I will.

(the wedding will be in Gwangju, near the southern tip of Korea.)

Jet lag. Easier going east to west than the reverse, but still a factor. Melanin. Change sleep patterns in advance. Get sunlight as soon as possible in Korea. Helps the inner clock reset.

Illness, even death. Aging adds another frisson to international travel. Have to get up and walk during the long flight to avoid deep vein thrombosis, not to mention oiling up the creaky joints both of us have. A supply of medications. Travel insurance. In the past I would avoid this, but repatriation of a corpse is expensive and, well, death happens.

Emergency preparedness for home. We live in a fire-prone habitat, so it’s not impossible that our home could burn down while we’re gone. Unlikely, yes, but not impossible. So, we need to gather the documents necessary for modern life, including photos of all of our stuff. Once they’re in one portable file holder we’ll ask Holly and Eduardo to keep them for us.

The car. I know about the park and ride services in the Twin Cities, but not here yet. We have, once again, positioned ourselves in the furthest point away from the airport while still nominally in the broad Denver metro. Far cheaper to park near the airport, but those sites have to be found.

And of course, as Donald Rumsfeld famously said, there is, too, the unknown unknown.

 

something’s happening here

Imbolc                                                                           Maiden Moon

Diana Bass has written a book, Grounded, about what she believes is a revolution in religious thought. God’s no longer in the Holy Elevator business, press 2 for heaven, B for hell. No, God’s moved out of the three story universe and climbed into the world around you. Immanence, not transcendence. Bass finds God at the sea shore, in the clouds (no, not up there, the real clouds), in movements for social justice, in human relationships.

She seems very excited about all this, certain that a major inflection in Christian history has begun to unfold on her watch.

Here’s the problem I have with it. What does adding the word God to an experience of natural sublimity add? If God is found in human relationships, as Henry Nelson Wieman famously thought, again, what does adding the word GOD to a human relationship contribute?

I agree with Bass about the direction of what she and others call religious thought and practice. But I don’t believe an immanent God makes more sense, probably less in some ways, than the old boy with the beard in the sky where you go when you die. If you’re lucky.

Instead of moving the entirety of Christian history out of the heavenly and into the soil and peoples of this very mundane earth, why not imagine that a reenchantment of the world is well under way. That giant sucking sound you heard for the last 2,000 years or so was the Christian faith draining the spirit from nature, from human interactions and locating it in a transcendent realm. Sort of vampiric, taking the life force from the earth and its living beings and storing it far away in the care of one despotic ruler.

Well, it’s time to give it back. That’s what’s going on right now and the movement is not aided by reinterpreting the very theological systems that created the problem in the first place.