Took my longest bike ride of the season — River Road, Minnehaha Falls, Lake Harriet. Rode the streetcar to Lakewood Cemetery.
Traditionally, it’s Memorial Day, but for me summer began today with Liam’s return home after completing his sophomore year at Gustavus.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Sitting in the Quaker meeting this morning, these themes came up in vocal ministry. A cancer survivor mentioned “being present” as key to her remission. She referenced the book Anticancer. Later in the day, Dorothea picked it up from the library. Another member spoke of the Christian liturgy this time of year, and about how “improbable” much of it seems — virgin birth etc.
Not remembering the context in which spaciousness was mentioned. Counterintuitive being present and spaciousness seem to go together. Being present is so “here and now,” so pinpoint, so specific. But time and space are concepts; instead of scrunching down on “here and now” — expand, contemplate the infinity of space — the improbable.
Wow, another post emerges. Dormant for almost a year, neuron channels suddenly link up; muse spontaneously tickles; sap flows; juices — hmmm — what do juices do? Maybe it was the Beatles music playing in the the background. White Album.
Current pet peeve: what makes people think it is okay to sit down in a coffee shop and start talking on their phone? Annoying.
“Empty phenomenon rolling on” < Metta
In the kitchen winter north light at my back sitting in the comfy chair listening to Madeline’s friend talking about this and that as Dorothea takes out the compost. Door slams. Plan finalized for Great Moon Buffet , South Robert Street. Unitarian Carols and Lessons after.
Rode on my “Amsterdam” bike to Omnium bike shop for overdue initial maintenance check-up. Bought it in October 2012 on a whim and since–it was stolen from our front porch and again, and I’ve been to Amsterdam to see its hundreds of thousands of cousins.
Stopped in at the Y and am now across the street on the shady patio with a glass of Chinon cab franc and sweating. (Wikipedia says “known locally as Cabernet Breton”–nice touch.)
Long standing and unrequited interest in GarageBand–for the last couple of days, seeing if I can generate a score for clarinet (maybe recorder), piano, tuba, and guitar for Dorothea, Madeline, Liam, and me of a Breton folk dance song to record for Babette for her 60th. I think I found a nice sight with eight midi files and GarageBand does a nice job creating the notation for the score.