"Sometimes our best efforts do not go amiss," writes Sheenagh Pugh, in her poem Sometimes, which I've been reciting all morning with gratitude and a happy heart, because last night the Haines Borough Assembly voted to zone the Chilkat Beaches recreational and non-motorized, 4-2 with steadfast supporters Debra Schnabel and Joanne Waterman, former mayor Dave Berry (who phoned in from down south) and, brand new assembly woman Diana Lapham in favor.
I had a major meltdown this morning when I learned that the ordinance keeping the Chilkat River beach from Carr's Cove to Cemetery Hill non-motorized may not pass tomorrow night because a former mayor and current assemblyman in favor of the ordinance had to leave town to be near his dying mother and won't be there, and it could be that close a vote-- three to two. The mayor won't even have to break the tie. It serves me right for quoting Mandela yesterday. He didn't despair in the face of decades of fighting true evil and injustice. Of course this is neither.
Honestly, the reason I haven't been better at keeping you posted is not personal. I'm just disorganized. Well, that, and I've been spending the week with a baby, and toddlers and computers don't mix. You have to pay attention to children. There are stories to read, snacks to prepare and share, blocks to take out and to put away. The first week in December is also apparently a big week for book clubs, I suppose they need to meet before all the holiday parties begin.
Well, we actually did fly out in the blustery rain on Thanksgiving-- and because it was in doubt one feast was delayed a day and another was added, so instead of having no Thanksgivings we had two in a row-- one Thursday and one Friday. The flight to Juneau was a tad scary, but the ferry home Saturday and Sunday morning (9:30pm-3:30am) night was also challenging. There were 15 foot seas and gusts to 67 mph at Eldred Rock lighthouse, so even the great big Taku shuddered and heaved and took an extra hour and change to make the trip north.
I am not up early making stuffing and rolls, washing the napkins, cleaning like crazy-- Instead, my bag is packed and I'm ready to go and hoping daylight brings the sound of a small plane flying over the house so we can make it to Juneau for dinner with the family there.There have been no planes for four days because of bad weather, and the last ferry was Monday. We are kind of stuck, although there is a ferry today, but it leaves at 4:00 and arrives in Juneau at about 8:30 tonight, so if we can't make dinner we will at least be there in time for pie and leftovers tomorrow.
"If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich." - John Fitzgerald Kennedy