Winter Cold Moon
This has been a good week. Woollies Monday night at Mark’s. Good food, intimate 
conversation with friends of many years. A solid base to life outside the home.
Tuesday night Kate and I went to see the Hobbit. Ate dinner at Tanner’s afterward. Going out together is part of the glue that holds our relationship together. The movie itself reinforced my writing, excited me. The movie together puts another memory in the common memory bank. Like South America, the Aegean, Europe, Hawaii, Mexico, Denver. All part of our mutuality.
Yesterday dinner with Bill Schmidt, then Sheepshead with Roy, Ed, Bill and Dick. Another base outside the home.
Then breakfast this morning with Mark Odegard. He’s reading Missing and offered some very helpful insights. We talked about life, art, how do we work in this third phase of our lives?
Weave into those social events a few Latin sentences translated, more of the Edda’s read, a bit of thinking about how to continue my love affair with art and the art world. Steady exercise and a sensible diet. The dip that showed up early has begun to disappear.
