About 30 of us showed up in the cold rain for the Occupy Haines rally Saturday at noon. Mike Denker organized it. He works at the fuel company. He had called me earlier, and said he just thought we should do something about the state of our country, no matter what our politics are, and support the Occupy Wall Street anti-corruption movement. We don't have big corporations in Haines, or overpaid CEOs, but we do send our children to public schools, a lot of us pay for our own health care, and we all pick up our mail at the post office. After the rally I headed over to mail a package.
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All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small, all things wise and wonderful, the Lord God made them all.-
#405, 1982 Episcopal Hymnal. Words by Cecil Frances Alexander, music Royal Oak.
And honestly, what else is a grandmother to do but break into song when she sees this? Now you know why I have chickens. There is something about a hen that makes a person smile every time you see one out for a walk.
We had a big family dinner last night to send the boys off to Washington. I made mountain goat enchiladas which are everyone's favorite. The meat is rich and stringy but tender when you cook it in a crock pot all day. It's perfect for shredding inside flour tortillas and has a flavor sort of like lamb. It's hard to get a mountain goat though, and dangerous. My husband loves the steep mountain hunts in large part because they are so challenging. I like them too, for the walk and the view.
I just assumed the booms yesterday morning about 5:30 were bear hunters across the river. It is brown bear hunting season, and there are a handful of guiding outfits in town, and it takes a big rifle to stop a big bear. A guide told me once that if a bear is charging it can take up to six shots to stop him. I also have heard of bears shot that already had bullets in them, old ones, all healed over. But they say these booms were heard all over town. Hmmm. It is mystery. Maybe it was part of the same meteor that fell on the house in Paris?
The first annual Hospice of Haines "Light the Night" gathering was Friday, with luminarias set all along the dark school track on a breezy, cold October evening when the souls of the departed felt very close. It was harder on my heart than I expected. The luminarias were basically fancy white paper bags with a kind of window pane cardboard grid inside to hold their shape, a bag of sand to keep them from blowing away, and an L.E.D. electric candle with Nancy's beautiful handwriting inscribing the name of a loved one who had passed away on it.
The entire law is summed up in a single command: "Love your neighbor as yourself."
- Galations 5:14
"Tom, is is faster to heat four gallons of cider all at once in one big four gallon pot, or will it heat quicker if I warm one gallon, then add another, and another and finally the last one until they are all up to temperature?"
"Heath, I was an English major. Call Fontenot."
(That would be the high school science teacher. I would ask my master's degree in science husband, but he's out trying to kill a moose.)
I'm in charge of the hot cider for tonight's first ever luminary walk in remembrance of friends and family who have died. It begins at the school track at 7 and lasts until 9. My friend Beth is bringing a patio heater, and the tent from the Nash wedding this summer will be set up, along with Tiki torches (where they came from I'm not sure) and of course lovely luminary candles in bags of sand that we hope the wind and rain won't blow out. (Actually, it's supposed to be cloudy, not wet, tonight.) Please join Hospice of Haines for the luminary walk.