Imbolc Waxing Moon of Winds
Oh, geez, as we might say here in Minnesota. Got a phone call from my dentist’s office this morning asking me if I remembered my appointment. No, I didn’t. I said, “I’m just sitting here.” The receptionist laughed and we rescheduled. This is the second missed appointment in a month, including my showing up for a 10:00 o’clock tour at 10:45.
I know what’s going on right now. I’m deep in research for my American Identity presentation at Groveland on the 15th, researching my first Asmat art tour for this Friday and running fast to keep up with the changing legsilative fortunes of the Sierra Club legislation. The research and the Sierra Club/Star-Tribune blogs occupy all of my attention.
That makes me very happy because I love research and I love opportunities to turn around and share the results, which all of these instance allow me, but it also means I’m living in an abstract world that often fails to read the calendar. Oh, my.
Gotta do something about this, but what? Let me see, if I read something about it?