-6\u00a0 68%\u00a0 29%\u00a0 2mph\u00a0 WNW\u00a0 bar30.24\u00a0 steep rise\u00a0 windchill-8\u00a0 Winter<\/p>\n
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“Freedom is nothing else but a chance to be better.” – Albert Camus<\/a><\/p>\n When I went out\u00a0to get\u00a0the paper this morning, the full winter moon again hugged the\u00a0horizon, this time\u00a0a bright silver\u00a0coin visible through the bare trees of our woods to the west.\u00a0 Our paper comes, like most of us in the ‘burbs, to a rectangular box below our mailbox, perched on the road so both paper delivery and mail delivery can happen from the seat of a vehicle.\u00a0<\/p>\n The trash man cometh at about the same time I goeth to get the paper.\u00a0 As I stood and watched, the trucks long robotic arm moved out and away from the truck, gripped our black plastic trash container, moved a bit further out, then swept up and over the truck, inverting our container in mid-air causing the lid to fly open and the trash to spill out, white plastic bags full, into the maw of the truck.\u00a0 The process reversed; I waved at the trash man as he pulled away, grabbed onto the handle and pulled the container on its ridiculous plastic wheels up the 100 foot incline of our driveway.\u00a0 It scrunched in the below zero temperatures as it rolled and slid behind me.<\/p>\n On the paper’s front page I could see a picture of our central banker, Ben Bernanke, with his head in his hands.\u00a0 Not a good sign.<\/p>\n Though I’ve done it less than Kate in recent months, getting the newspaper in the morning is an immersion in the weather and season at a point when it all seems fresh, just as dawn begins to break.\u00a0 It is a meditation, at least for me, since I do it half asleep and therefore more open to the subtle messages of partially hidden moon, the screech of snow and the bite of the wind as it blows across my ungloved hands.<\/p>\n This morning finds me at work on a safari tour for 2nd graders.\u00a0 2nd graders are great; they respond and most without an inner censor.\u00a0 I plan to use:\u00a0 Moche pelican, Benin leopard, (the mummy, because the teacher wants it), the Cambodian lion, Corot’s deer nibbling leaves in a tree, Copley’s Fishing Party, Gaugin’s Under the Pandanus, Picasso’s Baboon and, perhaps the installation of children’s photographs.\u00a0 Also today I’ll plan a calligraphy tour for 4th graders who’ve used ink, inkstones and brushes while learning brush painting and calligraphy.\u00a0 Both should be fun.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" -6\u00a0 68%\u00a0 29%\u00a0 2mph\u00a0 WNW\u00a0 bar30.24\u00a0 steep rise\u00a0 windchill-8\u00a0 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 Full Winter Moon “Freedom is nothing else but a chance to be better.” – Albert Camus When I went out\u00a0to get\u00a0the paper this morning, the full winter moon again hugged the\u00a0horizon, this time\u00a0a bright silver\u00a0coin visible through the bare trees of our woods … Continue reading Not a Good Sign<\/span>