Yesterday was my birthday. I'm 56, and very happy to have made it this far, thank you very much. I was sitting on the porch with a bunch of women friends gathered for Zumba and wine (my daughter is an instructor and gave the short, easy class for we - mostly-- beginners in the backyard), and one friend looked at the fireweed blooming pink, and the river, inlet and mountains beyond, and said, "It's so beautiful I can't believe I live here." Then she said to me, "I have known most of these women since we were in our twenties.
"When all thy mercies, O my God, my rising soul surveys, transported with the view, I'm lost in wonder,love, and praise."
-- Joseph Addison
( Words to Hymn 415 in the Episcopal Hymnal)
It's been a big week. After re-testing, the town water turns out fine and perhaps always was. No one got sick and no babies or old people died. (I read too much about E.Coli outbreaks this week, as you can see.)
I also said yes when Nelle called to ask if I'd help at the plate and bun table at the Friends of the Library 4th of July Picnic.
Boy is it windy-- gusting to 55 knots at the Eldred Rock lighthouse. It was work walking Pearl into the wind this morning. But we friends and dogs walked with light hearts from just living in these historical times-- what news-- gay marriage is legal in all 50 states. I won't forget the date either, because June 26 is our wedding anniversary. 33 years ago I chose to marry the person I love, and I can't imagine my life without him. Like the song goes, home is whenever I'm with him. It's great to know that now everyone in America can have that opportunity, isn't it?
Yesterday late afternoon the Borough announced that a routine test of the town water system found E.coli, and told users to boil water for cooking and drinking (and I would add bathing babies), for two minutes.
My mother used to say that my quiet husband (especially around his in-laws) didn't say much, but what he said was "pithy." I thought about that when on Sunday morning Chip looked at the Fort Seward Parade Grounds, where the night before hundreds of cyclists had camped tent-to-tent and said, "Five punks drinking beer on the beach leave ten times the mess a 1000 Canadians do. There's not even a gum wrapper left." There were 1200 riders, 250 volunteers, and no one was hurt, and everyone seemed happy. The weather was good and the cyclists were prepared.
A year ago on Father's Day, the day after the annual Kluane to Chilkat International Bike Relay, we were at Harborview trauma center in Seattle and a team of doctors were figuring out how to put Chip's pelvis, ribs, and lung back together after a horrible crash in stage 1 of the race. Yesterday, we rode in the 23rd annual relay (we rode in the first too, and just about every one in between) as a Lende family team of 4-- with Eliza and her husband Justin. Not only are we not in an emergency room today, but we all have ribbons-- second place in the mixed 4s.
I went to Pizza Joe Parnell's harbor expansion informational meeting last night. (He took it on himself as a concerned citizen to hold a town hall style meeting that the Borough powers felt was not needed. Also, Joe was the assistant harbor master before being dismissed. He fought that and failed, so there’s that history.) As I headed out the door Chip asked when I'd be home. "Soon. The minute people start screaming horrible things I'm leaving," I said.
Two huge Holland America Line ships, with about 3,000 people on each, alternate weekly Wednesday dockings here until October, the Oosterdam and the Zaandam. (In Haines where we are challenged by Dutch names apparently, and have a sense of humor, they are called “The Dam Ships”). So last week I was on the Oosterdam, and this week met the Zaandam crew and guests.