Lughnasa Lughnasa Moon
Breakfast with friend and Woolly Mark Odegard. While waiting for him at Keys (I was early.), I noticed many pairs sitting in booths, usually two women across from each other, but men, too. 8:30 on a weekday. Friends having breakfast, I imagined. It was good to see human connection, thriving.
Mark’s back from Voyageur’s National Park and a houseboat week on Rainy Lake. He’s also reproducing one of his visual journals, his idiosyncratic artform, for folks he and Elizabeth house sat for last January. Mark’s always got one design project or another underway or about to be underway.
Lunch with Margaret, then breakfast with Mark. A busy social calendar in my world. And the potential for even this many times with friends will diminish after the move. I’ll have to get at something out there.