I just talked to my friend Tim who is in Montana preparing to bury his mother-- she had been declining a while-- and she was old, and as he said, it was time. But it's never easy. He said her wish was for me to write her obituary, and so I will. I actually don't so much write them as I gather the stuff of a life into some sort of order that fits the form.
There is so much to tell you that I'm a little overwhelmed. I don't even have kids in school anymore-- but those poor parents (and teachers) are exhausting me from just seeing the many end-of-the-year celebrations and events. Prom, concerts, the track meet this weekend, the art show, bike to school day, potlucks and parties and fundraisers and farewells.
The best news I've heard in a longtime is that Haines is getting a Zamboni for our natural-ice-outdoor hockey rink built and maintained by an all volunteer crew at the Fairgrounds. Turns out the mayor of Haines Junction, Yukon Territory ( about 160 miles over the pass from here, pop. about 600) is getting a new one for his village's indoor ice arena and is donating the old one to us-- in exchange for a salmon barbecue up there on Canada Day (July 1).
"For the peace of the world, that a spirit of respect and forbearance may grow among nations and peoples, we pray to you, O Lord."- The Book of Common Prayer
It was cold riding alongside the frosty swamps this morning after a week in sunny (and hot) Solvang. (At least for us 70s and sunny is hot. My forearms are peeling.) We had a great time, and rode lots of big (and small) hills-- even Mt. Figueroa-- which was a ten mile climb beyond category, or so they said. It was my favorite day, since there was no traffic at all.
I will be away from my desk-- and thus the blog-- until April 29th. Chip and I are going to grown-up bike camp in California, which should be really fun. I will tell you about it when I return. Stoli is tending the chickens, and the trusty housesitter and her entourage (it's complicated, as they say) are in charge of home, hearth, and Phoebe. Pearl has already left for next door, as she prefers to hang out with the babies anyway. So, have a good weekend-- and week-- enjoy Passover and Easter, and I'll check in as soon as I get home. Wish me luck!
I started to try and tell you all that's going on at the library this week-- ( I know, I missed Joe's slide show last night because it was so nice out and I wasn't paying attention to the time, with these late sunny evenings it's hard-- ) But decided to tack the poster here instead, so you can see for yourself who is playing music in the stacks and so forth.
There was a moment yesterday afternoon, when the sky was bright, the tide was out, and the wind was blowing just strong enough to fly my granddaughter's kite, that I thought, "If a fairy godmother appears right now and gives me the option of instantly being anywhere else in the world with a million dollars in my debit account, I won't take it. I will stay right here."