"If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich." - John Fitzgerald Kennedy
1. Make reservations to fly to Juneau Weds. for Thanksgiving.(The ferry leaves Monday. Too soon for Chip and I.)
2.Thaw turkey in case the plane can't fly.
3. Walk Pearl in the wet gale.
4. Help Chip get five deer cut, wrapped and in the freezer.
5. Jonathan Ward's memorial service at 2:00 in the Legion today.
6. Zumba-yoga pinkfest fundraiser for Kaci at 4:00 in the school gym.
7. Edit Dad's Christmas letter.
8. Figure out the lessons, collect, and a homily for Morning Prayer.
A winter weather advisory is sometimes a good thing-- as today it seems, it's wise to heed it. The wind nearly turned us back on our morning dog walk, but we made it, ducking into the brush where we could, for some relief, and all covered completely except for one narrow strip to see between the hats and scarves. The dogs didn't care a bit. It might has well have been May. I had almost shut off the alarm at 5:30 and rolled back to sleep.
Days like today I think I may never do my job again. I spent the lovely moonset of a morning with a family whose 26 year-old son was found dead following an extensive search last week. I listened to good stories about happier times around their comfortable kitchen table. As I write the obituary it feels as if there's an elephant on my heart. All I can do for them is prepare something nice and true that they will clip from the paper and save, but it won't be enough, you know? Obituaries are not biographies. Or even memoirs.
Look, I want to love this world
as though it's the last chance I'm ever going to get
to be alive
and know it.
--Mary Oliver, from her poem October
The windy wet weather has been blown back to sea by a strong northerly delivering blue skies and promising single digits. That's how it is, gray skies clear. The sun sets and it rises. While the weather has been mild, it has been anything but a gentle week. My 90 year-old swimming pool friend Marge lost her 26 year-old grandson. He and his siblings grew up with all my kids. I played a lot of softball with his mother. He had been missing a few days, and after much searching was found dead near the fairgrounds. It appears he took his own life. It is so terribly sad it has slayed everyone.