I did not carry a camera for JJ's wedding-- so here are some snapshots from her friend Hannah Blilie who takes great wedding pictures, and swears she is an amateur. (I beg to differ.) JJ and Bryan were married on a boat-- one of the water taxis that runs between Haines and Skagway.
From my inbox this morning:
I am sending good thoughts your way as we have not seen your blog since the 19th. We are knowing that all is well with you and yours. If your life is less than perfect at the moment, just know that we are lifting you all up in prayer.
Carole and Richard in NC
Dear Carole and Richard:
My life is actually more than perfect at the moment. Thank you for the note and for missing my blog.
"Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift. It is not the least reason why we should honor as well as love the dog of our own life, and the dog down the street, and all the dogs not yet born. What would the world be like without music or rivers or the green and tender grass? What would this world be like without dogs?" -- Mary Oliver
This lovely review appeared in my inbox this morning from the South Bergenite/NorthJersey.com. The reviewer says: “At times heart-achingly poignant, at others heart-meltingly sweet, "Find the Good" reminds us those last words will come soon enough, far too soon for some, and charges us with the responsibility to not only live a life worth writing about but to recognize and honor those people who matter to us while they're here to appreciate it.”
That's what Chip asked me when I told him I swam hard for an hour straight in the pool this morning.
"You don't want to know," I told him. The harbor project was on my mind, particularly preserving the beauty of the waterfront. But there are so many questions no one seems to be able or willing to answer. The meeting on it this week did not reassure me.
Then there’s the giant parking lot with the outhouses and picnic tables on it where the Picture Point Park is supposed to go.
I wanted to say something at Fireman Al’s retirement party yesterday. Something about how he saved my life, and something about how he not only responds when living people need help in an emergency, but that he is the one who shows up when they die, at home, in bed, or in many other, less gentle ways, and how solid he is then, when everyone around him is shattered. Al drives the hearse too—the old ambulance—to the cemetery, and helps lift caskets out and get them settled for the pallbearers. I wanted to thank him for that, and I should have.
"Believe today in all the good you have done, in all the good you have been, in all the good you are each and every day you wake to what God has called you to do." - Bishop Steven Charleston
It's a good thing it rained all day, because I didn't mind hanging out in the kitchen peeling and boiling potatoes and eggs and chopping celery and onion and mixing in what looked like a gallon of mayo and mustard and relish for the classic Firemen's Barbecue 'tub of tater salad' ( I am not alone, all over town windows are steaming up and cooks are saying, "Do we really add the whole jar of mayonnaise?" --And Fireman Al says, "Yup."