Spring Waxing Bee Hiving Moon
On the way back from the Red Stag, the Woolly Monday night meeting, the moon hung in the western sky, a thin crescent, a slice, almost too faint to see, a shy moon against a dark blue backdrop.
Warren and Mark were there tonight. We had a couple of laughs over hearing as we each turned our heads to hear what the other had said. Aging men, old ears. We talked about nuclear power, the Republican health and human services budget which Warren covers for the Star-Tribune. Mark told me he and Elizabeth had learned Tai Chi from a Chinese teacher in Shanghai. The instructor spoke no English. We’re going to practice together at the next Woolly meeting.
We spoke a bit about Mark (brother) and his coming to America. Mark (Woolly) met some of the ex-pat community in Thailand. He said they’re a bit edgy, a different group than other places.
We each had one of Red Stag’s local food dishes. I had a Kale gratin that was wonderful with a Limousin hamburger.
This was a night I needed to talk to friends and I’m glad they were there.
So, life will change, again. As it always does.