D. brings down the turntable from the attic. She’s got my all time favorite, Jackson Browne, The Pretender. There are just a handleful of records, mostly in pretty bad shape. L. is fascinated with the turntable.
How will I get childcare? Maybe I should focus my efforts on the Greens, or socialist? [Well as it turns out, Madeline has her first volleyball practice at 7:00 pm on Tuesday. =p]
Dorothea and I went to Al’s Old Kitchen Rug house concert with Aura, a duet of Laura Mackenzie and Andrea Stern. Flute, penny whistle, bagpipe, and Celtic harp, great food and access to a brewmaster’s larder. Laura said she was playing as much Scottish music as she could, because soon she’ll be playing Irish music, because of St. Patrick’s Day.
“Ex-lover damaged St. Paul councilman’s office..The dispute centered on attending caucuses…..
The man from Iran was in the sauna today. He is unique in that he?ll talk, you can have a conversation with him, and he doesn?t have that Midwestern, Minnesota cold standoffishness?because he?s from somewhere else?Iran.
“Le Lac du Bois est un programme d?immersion linguistique et culturelle qui n?a pas son pareil au monde.” That’s where M. and her classmate’s are for the weekend. She was really excited, and I hope she’s having a great time. I tried to get to take the digital camera, but I guess she’s afraid of breaking. Hope to get her over that…I think see took a film camera.
If you want, click on READ MORE below to read the article that recently appeared in the St. Paul paper.
The Writer’s Almanac has this bit about Samuel Pepys who, I thought, was a sort of original blogger.
The sauna at the Y is back in action. Two guys in there?the retired sheet metal contractor and the swimmer guy with the faded swim trunks.
D., L., & I went to the Unitarian’s Soulful Sundown service last Sunday. The service was led by Ruth McKenzie and Dean Magraw. There were candles and chimes and incense, and Dean played and played. It is so wonderful to listen to him play. Always melodic, always rhythmic, always twisted and odd and “how did he do that?” or “hmm, what just happened?” He’d play for awhile, then people would stand up and read quotes from Gandhi, Harriet Tubman, whatever. Then he’d play some more, or Ruth would sing too. We all did a sing-long of “Abraham, Martin, and John.” (Except for the bridge–too complicated–we left that to Ruth.) Lyrics follow….