It's ride your bicycle to school day, which meant we had a lot more company than normal as we pedaled in from the highway toward the Haines School this morning, usually we might see two other riders and very few vehicles, but today there were policemen, teachers, parents, children all in a kind of parade. The sun was out, the wind was at our backs and everyone was smiling. I hope more children (and parents, and heck policemen too) make cycling a habit.
Maybe we should call it manic May? I mean, I wanted spring so badly that I was getting kind of depressed-- okay, really grumpy actually. But when it suddenly arrived yesterday-- late, but in a spectacular way-- all shorebirds, sea lions, bears, wolves, moose, swans-- sun and even warmth-- I felt like I had back when I was nine months pregnant with my fourth child and so wanted to deliver her, until the first labor pangs commenced and I remembered the work of bringing a new life into the world. I could have used another day, or at least a nap, first.
Schools of little fish properly called eulachon or more often hooligans, have arrived, just as they have every Alaskan spring since time in memorial. Yet the date they show up, the length of the run, and even the strength of their numbers remains a mystery. Einstein said that the fairest thing we can experience is the mysterious.
A very busy day puppy sitting.. and another one just like it today.
We could pretend this is March, then it wouldn't be odd at all to be so cold and relentlessly snowing. Then, a bike ride in the snow would be almost fun, something to laugh or even brag about-- or at least a choice-- and not a must-do with 7 weeks before the Kluane to Chilkat International Bike Relay.
The phones rings Saturday morning. My husband answers it. "Here, talk to the person who answers surveys," he says and hands it to me. I say I do have a few minutes to answer questions about Alaska issues. The first one is: How often do I vote? There are a choices, sometimes, never etc. I answer, "always." I have never missed a local, state, or national election, special ones included. The second question: Are you affiliated with or a member of any political party or movement? Again, a list of options. I wait until I hear mine. " Yes.
"Snow. It's the new Spring." -- Walter Betz, yesterday at Mountain Market.
It is 32 degrees, snowing sideways and the north wind is blowing 20 mph. "Real feel 17" is what the weather icon on the community web page says. Today is the drop off for the annual spring hospice rummage and bake sale at the ANB Hall. The annual spring student art show is going up on the walls of the school today. Tonight is the annual Spring Fling barbecue and dance at the fairgrounds, featuring Julia and the Perpetual Beer Run band. Tomorrow kicks off the annual spring community clean-up (and the weekend of rummage sale bargains).
I have been inspired to spring clean my office this week by beautiful photos in the New York Times of one writer's lovely writing space. It was so tidy and pretty. Mine, on the other hand, looks like some kind of re-cycle center for white paper and old coffee cups. I print out every draft. Just in case. And I save them all. Just in case.