Summer begins

Traditionally, it’s Memorial Day, but for me summer began today with Liam’s return home after completing his sophomore year at Gustavus.

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Liam sweeping his dorm room
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Dorothea, Hidden Falls, Nerstrand Stae Park — stop on way to get Liam

 

Andrea’s brunch

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Mendoza meets Clotho in Saint Paul

Pretty tired. I should be walking; should be meditating; should be stretching; but I’m in the tub: pondering what just happened with the brunch at our house with the Grimaldi’s of Argentina.

To prepare, DOROTHEA and I went shopping yesterday and got food to make an egg bake and fruit salad and such.

Last night, we assembled an egg bake and put it in the fridge for the next day.

This morning, we cleaned house and made the rest of our preparations.

The gathering went well. Four people from Argentina and, including DOROTHEA, four of seven sisters. Pretty impressive, I thought. Plus, there were quite a few of the gringos with passable or better Spanish.

Last night we saw Blind Boy Patterson at a house concert in my former coworker’s basement, and it was really good. Mr. Patterson sang, played piano, guitar, banjo, fiddle, bones, and harmonica — some at the same time, some backwards and upside down. It was great; hes was a very good entertainer.

I’m now tubbing — seems like a reasonable refuge, and that’s it.

Post-Jermaine Yoga

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Photo — kayak / stained glass in sun

Sitting in my car in the parking lot of the YWCA after yoga class, which was led by Jermaine, current yoga instructor/personal trainer. It’s cool cloudy with the sun poking through  periodically. Today is Macalester College graduation. Pondering brunch at our house for tomorrow for the Argentinians.

How to deal with all of that? Just trying to get a few thoughts down. Feel pretty good about yoga.

Dorothea and I chatted this morning a little bit about the benefits of where we live, what’s like now,  versus what it was like when we first were starting out here. Neighbor one side of us had a large, aggressive mean dog. Neighbor on the other side was a manic depressive alcoholic with a loud motorcycle.

Uncomfortable with the idea of moving to a condo or an apartment building. That would be a different sort of a deal — a more confined space.

Feeling sad for a while.

Sitting a bit more lately,  tracking my time sitting on a meditation app — which all seems — odd? ironic? — social media meets sangha.

I work with what I got; move along.

Weird. Back at it.

Feels kind of weird — here I am posting on WordPress — after a long absence. Even weirder — for me anyway — is that I’m dictating so what you’re reading (actually I will be reading later — I don’t expect that you or anybody else will be reading this) — I’m dictating it, so not writing.  I’ve ignored this blog for two years and counting. Stumbled back into it recently because of a technical thing for my work (ssh, private/public keys) about which I wanted information from my ISP, LivingDot. They serve this blog. So, anyway, when I went to open the blog, I couldn’t get in, not to my own website. several days of email back-and-forth with their support team ensued trying to figure it out. There was a database problem in WordPress, and they fix that. But I couldn’t get to my blog from my home network. Here. That continues to be a problem. I am thinking a home router setting?

I am also nostalgic. I have entries listed from 2002; it’s been awhile.

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Our Macalester student, Andrea, is graduating this weekend. Her family is here from Argentina, so that’s pretty cool. Unfortunately, the weather is cool, too.  Macalester graduation will be indoors today.

We met with her family yesterday. They walked with us to our house for tea after the international students did their reception.