Fall Harvest Moon
Ancientrails will be dark as long as I am. Not long I imagine. Surgery at 2:00 pm. Home for recovery. Probably back at it sometime Friday, maybe Saturday. See you then.
Asides
Fall Harvest Moon
Ah, the life of the carefree retiree. Teeth on Monday, luncheon with the other clients of our financial planner on Tuesday, then hernia surgery on Thursday. Perfect.
Fall Harvest Moon
A challenge.
World history in 100 objects. British Museum Book, intriguing idea. What if you had to define your life using, say 50 objects? What would they be?
I’m going to try to answer this question for myself.
I want to devote weekends now to the garden, to cooking, to Kate.
Lugnasa Autumn Moon
Just ran across this quote. What I’m talkin’ about.
“The planet does not need more ‘successful people’. The planet desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kinds. It needs people to live well in their places. It needs people with moral courage willing to join the struggle to make the world habitable and humane and these qualities have little to do with success as our culture is the set.”
Lugnasa Garlic Planting Moon
When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep — not screaming, like the passengers in his car.
Summary of Missing getting closer to the end. Ideas keep coming. The work, not really revising yet, has its really boring moments. Yawning. Urge to do something else. Fortunately, my freedom software locks down the internet while I’m working.
Lugnasa Garlic Planting Moon
Two Rembrandt tours today. The crowds have begun to thin out some, though the tours were still around 30 for both Bob Marshall and me. Today’s were good. Interested people, engaged. Paying attention. Good questions and response.
Into St. Paul tonight for sheepshead. We’ll see what the cards have in store.
Lugnasa Garlic Planting Moon
More work done on Missing. But not as much as I might’ve. Went to sleep last night late after a nice evening out with the Woollies. I also did my short bust plus resistance workout. The combination knocked me out until 9:30 a.m. That leaves a narrow window in the morning.
The MIA’s annual docent letter came out, detailing the number of visitors with whom docents come in contact. It’s a lot. 59,000 in round numbers. With all the guide programs we interact with a third of the museum’s annual visitors. When I consider that museum going for me is a largely solitary process, that number seems about right.