Riding a bike on a cool clear morning with snow on the mountains reminded me of something I heard Richard Nelson, the writer from Sitka who used to talk to himself (and us) while exploring the outdoors in his radio show Encounters say-- that the air was so fresh and cool breathing was like drinking a tall glass of spring water. That's the first good thing.
Yesterday I was playing golf with Jenny Lyn. On the fourth hole there is a creek between the fairway where our drives landed and the bit of fairway where the green sits. The creek is in just the right place to catch most of my second shots. I hit a nine iron badly, and it went low, like a line drive, and then ran into the thick brush along the creek. We didn't see a splash. But we didn't see a ball bounce on the other side either.
Please don't take it personally that I have been a little lax in keeping in touch. It has nothing to do with you I promise-- Summer is not traditionally my desk time and this one even more so than others, but winter is, and it is coming. ( We are losing 5 minutes of light each day and there has been some dusting of snow in the mountains.)Also, election season is upon us, so that's a sure sign of fall. Sunday evening between 5-7 join me and other friends of Margaret Friedenauer at the Klondike for free pizza and Margaret's famous cup cakes (beverages for purchase).
At the end of the yoga retreat we were challenged to begin a practice of thinking of four things each night before we fall asleep that brought us joy that day. Only four? My squirrel brain hoards these good nuts. When I close my eyes to do this, I start listing things that happened years ago. If I'm going to give thanks, I want to give it for everything, just in case there is not another opportunity. Perhaps this is an Episcopalian thing?
It is my grand daughter's first day of school. I will be volunteering in her kindergarten room once a week and I'm looking forward to it. Yesterday, I had my weekly book talk on the Zaandam, a Holland America Lines ship docked in Haines.
Yes, the man in the bear suit does live here and I'm pretty sure I know his name, as there is only one guy with a bear suit in town and he wears it often, usually while roller blading. (And writes about it for the Chilkat Valley News in his column.) I ran into him and his dog Falafel on the golf course yesterday but he didn't mention his sudden rise to national fame. Our man in the bear suit chasing the real bears out at Chilkoot is top-ten news from Fox to CNN.
Grandma Joanne is making a divinity pie, which is made of Ritz crackers, walnuts, sugar, and egg whites, with a lot of whipped cream on top. It has been known to send at least one of our friends to the hospital with heart failure (he got better and joked it was named divinity pie because it can give the eater a sneak preview of heaven...). It's for our last dinner before she flies out tomorrow at 2:45 for Juneau and an overnight with the girls there before heading back east Wednesday morning.
"Summer afternoon ~ summer afternoon; to me those have always been the most beautiful words in the English language." - Henry James
It's another First Friday party downtown (and all around town) in Haines today, with Dan Henry reading from his John Muir book at the Arts Confluence office between 5-7 and an opening in Joanie's gallery next door, and another up in the Fort at Nelle's shop featuring local artists, and they are having a garden party with snacks and fun and games at the green house behind the new hotel from 4-7.