Tonight from 5-7 it's the Arts Confluence literary, musical, visual arts celebration and wine and cheese fundraiser in the Chilkat Center lobby, 15 dollar donation. Then tomorrow from noon-4 there's a party in the borough office to thank and appreciate dear Sue Nelson who really has served us all with a smile for (gasp!) over 30 years and is retiring. At 5 pm the Alaska museum conference begins next door at the library and continues through the weekend at the Chilkat Center and Eagle Foundation and Harriett Hall, too. Also on Weds.
I couldn't take many pictures, as two days of heavy rain fogged up my lens, but I did get a few during breaks in the weather. It was even raining in the tent. It's not that it leaked, it was actually very dry and warm with Chip's little steel stove (he kept saying "isn't this great?"). But what happened is that once the fire went out and we fell asleep, the condensation built up on the inside, and the rain beat down so hard on the outside that it knocked the tent walls making big drips every now and a continuous fine mist. It must be good for my skin, right?
In the news from the moose hunt, Ralph and Vince got the seventh so far (as of last night anyway) and the weather promises to be miserable-- rainy and windy and cooler-- the first snow has dusted the top of Santa Claus Mountain and more peaks out the valley. The river is running fast and high with all this rain. In other not-really-news, there are skates-- the fish kind-- you know, sting rays they are sometimes called? Washing up on the Chilkat beach, a first in my memory. My son-in-law the fish biologist says it means the water is warmer than usual.
It was a three granddaughter day-- baby Silvia Rose stayed home with her mom. And holy cow, were those girls busy. Phoebe the grumpy terrier was unusually attentive and Pearl, the happy Golden Retriever, was her usual baby-doting self, if a little wetter than usual thanks to the rain. By the end, Caroline wasn't the only one who could use a nap.
The first weekend of the Haines moose hunt is over, and we have survived, and so have the moose in our sites, anyway. I hear four have been taken so far. We have until the first week in October or until 25 or so have been shot.
Okay, I'm back in the groove-- So, I wanted to let you know what's going on-- and there's a ton-- though I don't have it all but I have a few highlights, anyway. First, the bears are out so be careful. There's been bears at the beach, bears at the boat harbor, bears on the ramp at the cannery. A baby bear was hit by a car by the airport. There's a sow with three cubs sleeping on Pyramid Island, bears at Lutak and bears crossing the roads in town. Make sure your trash is secure and the electric fence is on.
My daughter said the birth of her second baby was so much easier than the first, which is proof that something Biblical really does remove our memory when it comes to pregnancy, labor, and delivery. But in Juneau's Bartlett hospital on Saturday morning I did not want to remind Stoli about that August medevac to Anchorage, the measures taken to slow the early labor down and save little Silvia Rose, and six weeks away from home, because here she was, as perfect as a baby could be, plenty big, at 7lbs. 8 oz.
Facebook friends know this because Auntie JJ posted it via her phone there-- but yes, I have a healthy, 7lb. 8 oz. granddaughter-- that makes four! One more and Brian will have a whole family team, but I don't see another baby on the horizon for while, and certainly not in time to make this Lady Glacier Bear team. (Caroline is 3 1/2, Lani 18 mos., Ivy 15 mos.) Silvia Rose was born Saturday morning a little after 5 at Bartlett Hospital in Juneau swiftly and easily, as childbirth goes, after only about three hours of labor.
Stoli thinks the baby may be coming "soon-ish", and since she's already 1/3 of the way there, I figure I better head down to Juneau soon-ish too, plus it will be nice to spend the weekend with three of my girls.
My bet was the baby would arrive on Labor Day, but so far no signs in the night have indicated that. This baby just may be a full-term one after all. Wouldn't that be something? (Today she's 38 weeks pregnant, that's when Lani was born.) It is also more than a little ironic that it is Labor Day and my new book is just about done. I've been holed up at my desk all weekend (and all of the available hours this summer that weren't filled up by weddings and babies and gardens and company and dog walking and meals and bike riding-- 3,000 miles worth all within 40 miles of home.