Mid-Summer Waxing Honey Flow Moon
Mark and I drove into St. Paul to help set-up the Capitol Camp-Out action on the lawn of the State Capitol. We helped set up the sound system, then transferred to pitching tents, ones with which we had no prior experience. That was fun. How do these things work? This cross piece bends and goes there. Nope. Over there. Sigh. To make things more challenging the tents could not have stakes, State Capitol grounds rules. When Mark and I left, the area had begun to fill up already with tents.
After that we toured St. Paul, Rice Park, Irvine Park, Summit Avenue in particular. Mark took over the wheel when we finished with Summit Avenue and drove us home, preparing himself for his driver’s license test. He can’t do that until he gets a piece of paper from California confirming his previous license there some 20 + years ago.
Kate spent the morning entering contacts into her new IPad2. She’s already learned how to play several games. She has a definite solitaire jones, playing with care and precision, the same way she quilts.
Last night, still working out my new schedule, I spent an hour or so throwing out magazines. Yes, I know. I keep saving them for that mythical moment of return, which, I’m finally admitting, just never occurs. Wired, Scientific American, Economist, Sierra Club, Philosophy Now, Dissent, Parabola, Orion. I love magazines. And don’t like to part with them. Until now.