Monday, 7:00 AM. The sun is rising into a cloudless sky, a bit of haze left to be burned off. Looks like it should get into the seventies.
I am getting lonesome for Buddy, and hoping he is not confused by his banishment to the kennel, but dogs are very intuitive beings and he is pretty adaptable. Hopefully he and I will both be back home in another week. Daughter Eva is arriving from Denver on Friday, and as she leaves a week later her visit will overlap with that of daughter-in-law Leslie and granddaughter Allison.
I have been wondering how to participate in the parade this year, and perhaps Leslie could decorate and drive the truck. She is strong and capable and has a fine esthetic sense. Why not? With Allison and Buddy waving to the crowds.
I have been considering how to publish some essays from the Almanac. Such things are not presently popular. I thought a full year of entries could serve as an introduction to Bayfield and have some utility, but with all this interruption it might have to bee 2014. Don't know if that is a good, complete year either.
Another project I have thought about would be a simple series of essays on the ongoing debate between science and religion; the necessity of comprehending the realm of nature's God and the truth of Christianity while maintaining a clear scientific thought process. Ah, healing the dichotomous mind and spirit. Chesterton and Lewis worked around the edgers of the problem. Probably too tough for me.
Any thoughts on keeping the aging brain productive?
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