Summer Waning Grandchildren Moon
Kate and I drove 20+ miles to the Edina part of Hopkins, directly across from Blake school’s driveway. This is the home of former State Senator Steve Kelley, also a former candidate for governor. This was a Sierra Club fund-raiser. We listened to speeches, talked to friends, ducked out and then drove past her old home on Highwood Drive in Edina. This part of Edina has lots of mature trees, leafy and atmospheric, homes with long driveways and expensive cars, landscaping that looks natural, yet manicured. Her old home had received a new story, slightly curving windows and wooden garage doors. It was strange to think of her living there, it seems so far from our life here in Andover.
We enjoyed being out together on a fine summer evening. Cirrus clouds curled and twisted into mare’s tails as the sun set over South Dakota. We crossed the Mississippi on highway 610 and we were back in the northern ‘burbs.
When I asked Kate why you would send a kid to Blake instead of Breck, she said, “Legacy, maybe.” I thought, demographics and met geography. She added, “Some people get their undies in a bunch if you send your kid to the wrong private school.” It’s hard to be upper class. So many rules.
Since I have Netflix and it doesn’t cost more to get anything, I watched the first Twilight movie. The guy looks like a schlub to me, shows you what I know it comes to pretty boys. The girl, Kristen Stewart, has charm, but is unconventional in her attractiveness. The plot line weaves teen angst into a bit of supernatural and the favorite theme about vampires since Anne Rice: the misunderstood, empathic vampire. True Blood, the Vampire Diaries, Twilight and even the Gates have the vampire who wants to fit in and be friends with their food. I’m sure ‘ol Vlad is spinning on his home turf inside the coffin.
The movie as a whole is weak, but since my standards for supernatural fare have a lot of flex, I watched it to the end. Not worth it.
