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Love Lifts us Up Where we Belong

This morning I was up early making two more Christmas coffee cakes and listening to the radio about bad doings in the world and Joe Cocker's passing, and I wondered why Margaret wasn't at work yet. Did she slide into a ditch on the way? Sleep in? Yesterday she was funny when she signed on with a "Good morning," and a big sigh. I was right there with her. I had an anxiety dream about Christmas and how I'd done nothing. The sigh made me laugh-- and then get to it.

Home

There are some people, like George Bailey, whose favorite sounds are train whistles and anchor chains. Not we two Lende grandmothers. Grandma Joanne and me. Home is our favorite place and we are both thankfully, gratefully, there. She in Ocala, me back in Haines. Yesterday on the plane from Seattle to Juneau I read that exercise can change your DNA.

Ocala Bound

It's been a worrisome 48 hours here. Grandma Joanne, Chip's dear mother, and my London traveling companion (that's her in the airport getting fortified for the last flight we took together), has had a heart attack and is in the hospital in Florida.  She's in great spirits and as okay as an 83 year-old with some serious heart issues can be. Bypass surgery is scheduled for Monday, so we are on the way south. I may or not be able to keep you posted. (Grandma Joanne doesn't do the Internet thing.) Please keep her in your prayers.

 

Walking and Talking Mines and Fish

The best thing, or one of the best things about December, is that I can walk with friends and dogs at dawn after a swim and breakfast. This morning we were full of chatter. Okay, I was, mostly. I had been nudged, by one of my walking friends who is a quiet, gentle fisherman, to spend a little time learning about a mine.The Palmer Project is in the fairly advanced stages of exploration by Constantine Metal Resources Ltd.  on a tributary of the Chilkat River upstream from here.

It's a Wonderful Town

I know I shouldn't boast, but I live in great town. Honestly-- watch this video of  Haines and my husband (and several other good people doing good things for us with the Chilkat Valley Community Foundation) and you will see I'm right. And while I'm at it, will you forgive me for showing you another picture of baby James?

I also have some highlights of the December community schedule for you:

Sunday's Thought

"Never doubt every bit of kindness, every tender touch we lay upon another life can heal what might otherwise have died, certainly in them, perhaps even in ourselves." - Joan Chittister in The Rule of Benedict

 

Thanksgiving

Yesterday around noon, all five grandchildren were tumbling around the living room, or being held, as was the the case for baby James (Eliza was nursing him) and Silvia Rose, who had collapsed in sleep onto JJ's chest while she rocked her. The skating parents had just returned from a hockey game, another was just leaving for a freezing game of golf ( 20 degrees, north gales, but no snow). The dogs were close to the fire. The radio was on, and someone was heating up leftovers in the kitchen.

Talking Turkey

Eliza's family arrives on today's ferry at noon, and  JJ and Bryan ferry up from Juneau first thing tomorrow. The turkey is in the brine and I did put some spruce boughs in the window box by the door. I have shopped. The beds are made. I keep counting chairs. How will I fit 15, maybe 16, adults and three children at a table together? Do I even have tablecloths? Can I use sheets? Maybe the little girls would prefer a child's table?

 

Irene set the Table with Gratitude

The power went out last night and I woke up when the low hum of the fridge stopped and the computer beeped, thinking I need to get it together for Thanksgiving, and started making mental lists: brine the turkey (at least it is thawed) make that new wild rice and quinoa dish that cooks inside its own green pumpkin-like squash that I want to try because my friend Beth said it is really good and I can make it a day ahead. Wash the napkins.

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