Takes much of the fun out of it

January 31, 2008

Today we are in for some snow. 11:00 a.m. was the projected starting time, and things were right on schedule. The weather service is forecasting 8-10″ so I dashed out to get my exercise early, and was it ever cold. East wind, 28 degrees, but penetrating right through the Gore-tex, or so it seemed. 

On the other hand, being snowed in on Super Bowl weekend isn’t all bad.

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An entry from earlier in the week:

Monday, January 28: The “bare ruin’d choirs” were sure being tossed about this morning. Running in the wind has never agreed with me. I have enough trouble resisting the backward pull of my reading chair and a cup of coffee. Nevertheless, it turned out to be a good run, and I am grateful. 

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The other evening our long-lived group of four couples – friends for 43 years – went out to eat following the play, “Tuesdays with Morrie” at the Repertory Theater of Saint Louis. We hadn’t been to Zinnia for dinner in years, always fun and delicious food. As we sipped a Cabernet from the Russian River Valley, the conversation turned to receiving shipments of wine from wine clubs joined by some during west coast vineyard tours.

It isn’t our style to join such a thing as a wine club, but we did order a case of very good red table wine  from a vineyard we visited in the Anderson Valley southeast of Mendocino. Why not? Per bottle, including shipping, it was the same or less than going to the local wine shop. So, we thought we’d give it a try.

Never having received wine by UPS, we wondered about the condition upon arrival to our doorstep. I was impressed with the packaging ingenuity to assure an intact delivery. It was much preferred to receiving a box with a  wet, reddish bottom.

Now that the thrill of receiving our own special wine shipment from the west coast has worn off,  I am waiting to set the empty box out on the curb. It’s too large to keep the bottles in, our basement is crowded enough. Picturing this thing in a landfill – along with untold hundreds just like it — has me wondering if we will do this again.

Compared to going to the local wine shop and buying an assorted case, the carbon footprint is quite large. The wine shop’s boxes are totally recyclable without 500-year life  plastic packing materials. Somehow, all this has managed to take much of the fun out of it. My whims shouldn’t have such an environmental impact.

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What a waste!

A stark beauty

January 24, 2008

There was a patch of sunshine on the floor of the guest bathroom, softened and silvered by its visit to the moon, trimmed to a square by the skylight, laced with the silhouette of a bare-branched golden rain tree. This time of year finds the nearly full moon overhead at bedtime, a stark beauty on a cold, clear night.

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Skylight with Rain Tree in the Fall

A time for reflection

January 22, 2008

Yesterday’s Martin Luther King holiday was a time for reflection. Just as Dr. King frequently reflected upon scripture as he shepherded the civil rights movement, it would be appropriate to use a gospel message to reflect upon him and his mission.

During the afternoon yesterday, I found a prayer service preaching I had done in February, 2000 — Black History Month. At that time, I was still a student at Aquinas Institute of Theology working on an M.A. in pastoral studies.

An occasional chuckle

January 20, 2008

How is it that a flat tire can be spotted in the dark, on a black driveway? There it was this cold (5 degrees) morning. It is going to have to wait for two reasons: it really is too cold for discretionary outdoor work, and I have an aversion toward calling AAA when a car is sitting in my own driveway.

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Last night I found myself chuckling out loud as I was reading. There are few books in my memory where the writing has caused any sort of noise at all. But for laughter, any book by Anne Lamott, the antics of the otters in Ring of Bright Water, the game of gallina in Red Sky At Morning, that’s about it.

The book I’m reading was a Christmas present from my daughter, Truck: A love story. Michael Perry is my kind of writer, light and breezy style with a definite knack for word pictures. My chuckles brought a retort from elsewhere in the bedroom,

“I’m planning on reading that book.”

“Let me read this bit to you.”

“No! I want to read the book for myself.”

I think she has forgotten the numerous times where every single good and interesting part of a book has been read to me. All that’s left for me, when I pick it up, is to discover the threads which join all those pearls together.

In the meantime, I’ll enjoy the book on my own … with an occasional chuckle.

Things look good … until the first snowfall

January 20, 2008

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Cold weather has set in, and the feeder is full. Now, perhaps, the birds will quit glaring at me through the kitchen window. There were 17 mourning doves out there this afternoon. Not as colorful as the cardinals, but I guess they get hungry too.

When I picked up our Chinese carry-out this evening, I asked the manager if business has picked up with the increased traffic.  We are half way through the first month of  a massive two-year disruption of our normal driving routine here in the Saint Louis area. Interstate 64/US 40 has been shut down over a 5 mile stretch for an entire year as of January 2. Another 5 mile segment will close for an entire year beginning January 2, 2009.

Detours are out of the question. There is no way around the closure … not for the usual volume of traffic. But there are alternate routes, and we are each finding those which seem to suit us best. One of the more popular roads is near our house and runs by the front door of our favorite Chinese restaurant. For now, however, folks seem to just want to get home. Looking for new places for carry-out may come later after we all relax into a new routine.

The closed highway is one of three main arteries heading into and out of the downtown area. Needless to say, that normally quiet road near our house is now very, very busy all day. Deja vu for some as that very same road was a primary route for commuters fifty years ago.

As the days go by, it seems  that Saint Louis residents are more resilient than we, or the news anchors, thought. Light rail has some new riders. More people are carpooling. Many of us are finding ways to get places by driving through neighborhoods we have never passed through before. Things so far look good … until the first snowfall.

Or is it already too late?

January 15, 2008

When my aunt and godmother reached the 100 year mark in late November, there was no way we could miss the party in San Francisco. Weather was perfect! Everyone behaved! Hurt feelings were none or few.

What a milestone, indeed. It makes me hope for good health if I reach those lofty numbers. My paternal grandmother reached 98, maternal grandmother – 96, my two surviving aunts (one on each side) are 90 and 100. The genes are there … now if my mind stays intact. Or is it already too late?

Both of my aunts are on the west coast. A quick drive up to Fort Bragg gave us the opportunity to see the younger aunt too. Our stay in nearby Mendocino was delightful. B&Bs aren’t a normal part of our travel scheme, but this time we hit the jackpot. The Headlands Inn was a treat of treats. Each morning breakfast was brought to our room. Each evening our crackling fire was filling the small upper room with flickering and restful warmth.

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Breakfast the last morning 

 We stopped in to visit … for one last time? … the new 100 year-old on the way to the airport motel to rest for the next day’s flight out. As we approached the Golden Gate Bridge, we turned on our Magellan Crossover GPS and “Maggie” guided us through the maze of hills and valleys. Before we ever left home for California, everyone’s address was entered into the navigator. Really paid off and minimized frustration to a new low compared to  our previous strange city adventures.