79 bar falls 29.73 4mph NE dew-point 65 Summer, hot and cloudy
Waxing Crescent of the Thunder Moon
Good thing I checked the Minnesota History Center hours before I drove all the way to St. Paul. Closed. Closed tomorrow until noon. Had to shift my research hours, so I spent some time outside today putting down the last of the mulch, the third tier. It’s much larger and much less closely planted than the bottom two tiers. I’ve gone to either straw or leaves, no cedar or other store bought mulch.
Mary writes that she is in suspension now, waiting for the critique of outside reviewers for her dissertation. Tough place, that. Waiting is difficult for us humans. We prize agency and anything that diminishes our ability to act makes us feel uneasy. It highlights the underlying truth of the human condition, that is, we are never in control of our lives; our agency, no matter how powerful, is always transient. Sic transit gloria mundi.
To counter punch that though we have ars longa, vita brevis. Art is long, life brief.