64 bar rises 30.00 0mph NNW dew-point 60 sunrise 6:05 sunset 8:32 Lughasa
Waxing Crescent of the Corn Moon
Just when I discovered the meaning of life, they changed it. George Carlin, RIP
Kate takes off tomorrow for Grandparent land. In our world that means Pontiac Avenue in Denver, just across Quebec Avenue from the old Stapleton Airport now enjoying a rebirth as Yuppieville. She will visit with Gabe whom she hasn’t seen since his birth and Ruthie. Ruthie runs up to her and says, “Grandma!” Enough to make a grandparent keep coming back for more.
An electronic distress signal has sounded three times since I came down to make this post. It finally dawned on me that it might be my cell phone. Yep. It needs juice and has used some of its last to tell me so. Good boy! Since I have a computer, a UPS, a router, two printers, a weather station and a modem all close by, it took a bit to sort out.
Writing has occupied me three days in a row full time. That’s draining, at least for me. I’m about 3/4’s done, perhaps a bit less. As always, I have learned far more than I can compress, in this case even into two presentations. There is a tendency to use all of it, or at least try, but that makes the piece turgid, reportorial. It needs to have drama and depth, not breadth and length.
There is a cosmology kicking around, a soteriology, an anthropology, an ethic, a tradition with an American twist and the energy to work on it. This is the stuff I tried to get at when I took the Paul Tillich course a couple of years ago. Not yet finished.
And, to finish this post, an alien reaches for the sky. (our wisteria)
