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Well. \u00a0Here we are. \u00a0Forced to go on with the mundane and the profound, the profane and the sacred with no surcease from an apocalypse. \u00a0Eschatologists take note: \u00a0another in a long line of misses.<\/p>\n
We now have articles in the newspaper debating the pros and cons of our weakening winter season. \u00a0There is no doubt that the ease of travel is a marked pro. \u00a0But the cons pile up faster than little snow, big snow. \u00a0No majesty out the window. \u00a0No sense of special endurance, Minnesota macho. \u00a0No chance to spend time in the woods on snow shoes or cross-country skis. \u00a0Of course, that brings me to another pro: \u00a0no snow-mobiles driving across our front yard.<\/p>\n
Now that winter the holyday has come upon us Christmas cannot be far behind. \u00a0And, in fact, it lies out there, next Tuesday. \u00a0We have no tree, no decorations, no Christmas music here. \u00a0The menorah is put away until next year. \u00a0My holiday seasonal spirit has more to do with darkness that it does lights and presents. \u00a0Definitely an alt-holiday experience here in the outer burbs.<\/p>\n
Can any reader predict the next end of the world? \u00a0I mean, what will we fret about next?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Winter \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Moon of the Winter Solstice Well. \u00a0Here we are. \u00a0Forced to go on with the mundane and the profound, the profane and the sacred … Continue reading End of the 13th Baktun<\/span>