It's Southeast Alaska State Fair time and Hospice Desserts to Die For booth time. You know what they say, when it rains it pours? So of course the berries need picking, the garden has exploded, the sockeye are running, the days are shrinking, the dogs are shedding, company is still arriving, and you are a tad behind at work. Oh aren't we blessed? Showcase your baking skill, and earn that doing-good busy-baking feeling, by (please) preparing a divine dessert (cake, pie, cupcakes, trifle?) for the Hospice booth. You may drop it off Thursday, Friday, or Saturday when you come to the fair.
You may know that my daughter Stoli is expecting in mid September, but her first baby was born quite healthy on her own time, about two weeks early, so we think this one might be early. She'll be leaving for Sitka to stay closer to the hospital on August 12. I will be on standby, waiting to rush down (or rush as much as ferries and planes allow) to babysit Lani when Stoli thinks she is about to commence labor so she and her husband can both be in the delivery room. Last night at dinner Stoli said she'd been feeling some contractions.
I have read that when you walk the dogs and they do all that stopping and sniffing it is their way of reading the news. The dogs and I (we still have the grand dog Annie, the honeymooners return to pick her up this weekend) have been walking down the beach and up and over Cemetery Hill to town every day where I hole up above the lumberyard and work on that book. (I really hope I'll meet the August 1 deadline. The only hope I have is to leave the house, otherwise I just can't stay indoors.) I love the new commute, though. The dogs aren't the only ones who get their news on our walk.
At least for one week. As I typed my way toward the end of that new book deadline, I got an unexpected boost yesterday when I learned that If You Lived Here, I'd Know Your Name, my first book, made the New York Times Bestseller List for July 21st in ebooks. It's #17. Wild is #18. Seriously? Pinch me. (I have seen a copy of the list. Powers that be say it's real. If you get the Times mail me the list after you read it next week, okay? I'm at PO Box 936, Haines AK 99827. I'd like to frame it. Heck, it may never happen again.) I did ask my agent, Ms.
If I told you I have spent the morning dancing around my house naked, singing, and vacuming up the dog hair should you believe it? Hint: this is my first dawn without house guests in six weeks. I also am not even going to think about what's for dinner until I'm hungry again, and then it may just be a graze around the yard for berries and greens.
From the finish line of the grueling Mt. Ripinski Run, the annual Tlingit Park picnic and games, and Hugh and Harry's pig roast at the cannery-- here's some smiles from some of the 4th celebrations in Haines. (I missed the parade, which I hear had tons of smiles, since I was setting up for the Friends of the Library picnic in the park.)
That's about all I'm doing these days for the company, as it is kind of bad manners to run the vacuum cleaner around people playing cards-- even if there is dog hair up to our ankles. Also, in the good news department, I had three big things in June (well, sort of four, but I lumped the family reunion week following the wedding as one big thing) -- the bike race June 15, the wedding reunion June 20 or so to June 30, and book deadline July 1.
One of my favorite wedding gifts for Eliza and Justin is a huge spruce salad bowl about two feet across and a foot and a half deep that feeds thirty people generously , as we did the other night. It was turned by a local woodworker who is no longer with us, Guy Hoffman. He who famously said that if you want good weather, then make your own high pressure system. We gave it to friends for their marriage 15 years ago.
I didn't bring my camera to the wedding or any of the festivities-- from the Friday night pizza party at the Klondike Saloon hosted by the groom's family (I did order the weather though--sunny, 80 degrees!), to the big family and friends' decorating party at the Fort Seward Parade Grounds Saturday morning 8-Noon (I was worried it may rain, as it was windy and gray, but all was well as the breeze kept the horse flies and mosquitoes down-- and it stayed warm in town, though it was a little cool for the ceremony out at the park for some folks, thanks to the wind off the water and glaciers.