Monday, February 14, 2011

When is the Age of Aquarius?

I just read the data on Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Age_of_Aquarius) and came to the conclusion that nobody is sure.  Some astrologers say we are already in it (I hope not); others state that we are in the 280 year transition period at the end of the Age of Pisces, but not where in that transition we are.  There are no better bet hedgers than astrologers.  Anyway the Ages apparently last 2150 years, so if we can hold on for a while things will be looking up for the human race. 

If we can hold on.

Aquarius is supposed to be the age of altruism, democratization, peace, freedom, and tolerance.  It doesn't take much looking around to see that we ain't there yet; not even close.  Some pundits lay the blame for the ever-widening gap between the left and right, on the Baby Boomers, especially the early ones (1946-55) who were most effected by the Vietnam War and maybe that's true, but it's also indicative of one of the major problems in our country - the need to blame.  When something terrible happens we spend more time trying pin blame than we do trying to find out why it happened so we can stop it from happening again.

On the upside, I'm encouraged by the lack of prejudice and strength of character I see in our grandkids and their friends.  Maybe there's hope.

Happy Valentine's day everyone.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Watching New York Weather - from a safe distance.

Rabbit - Rabbit.

It's a rainy, cool day in Birmingham, Alabama.  It was rainy and cool yesterday in Nashville, Tennessee.  In neither case did I have to shovel snow from a driveway or scrape ice from a windshield.  We have had alarmingly good luck weatherwise on our southern excursion.  So much so that I've begun looking over my shoulder from time-to-time to see if the weather-witch was brooming her way toward us, wand a-waving.

Having said that, I'm eager to be back in our home: communing with our friends, feeding our cats, and just generally nesting.

Snowy days are perfect for nesting.  A fire in the fireplace, music on the stereo,  a little wine in our glasses, and a good view of the whitening world outside.  It doesn't get any better than that.  Of course even retirees have to leave the house sometimes and that's when the fun ends and the work begins.  Wrestling our snowblower through its chores, bringing in more wood for the fireplace, retrieving the mail,  shopping for consumables at the local market, all are required of us at some point so we pull ourselves together and attend to them.

We have about ten travel days left before meeting New York weather, head on.  The thing that concerns me most is the knowledge that to get to that New York weather we will have to negotiate New Jersey weather.  Whether we like it or not (sorry.)