I think the wind blew even harder last night than it did yesterday, and I know the drifts in the Fort are pretty impressive. My friend Fran and I busted through them in my Subaru to get to Morning Muscles at six. Luckily there was a lot of stretching. Last night Pearl jumped on the bed and so I ended up all twisted around and woke feeling like I'd been sleeping bent up on two airplane seats on the red eye from Seattle to NY. The news is that Jonathan Kreiss-Tomkins won the recount, and so is now our rep. in Juneau.
I woke thinking of that children's poem, "Who has seen the wind, neither you nor I," since it's wrong, and I can see the wind and have been able to for about a week, although this morning's snow especially, filled in the breezy spaces on a walk across the Siberian plain that used to be my backyard.
"How can this be? Such calm, such peace, such solitude in this world of woe?"
- David Budbill
(From a poem, The Sixth of January.)
Looks like we might have to skate on Chilkoot Lake after all today, as we won't be able to tomorrow, or for a while, if the forecast comes true. I hear the ice is solid, where the skaters have been, although there is a skiff of snow on top and you can't see it clearly, so be cautious. I was going to wait a day or two. But now it looks like I'll brave it-- and bring my life jacket and a rope.
The National Weather Service in Juneau has issued a Winter Storm
Watch... which is in effect from Sunday morning through Monday
* Snow... up one foot.
What you need to know for today from the National Weather Service in Juneau: the marine forecast for northern Lynn Canal (that would be Haines and Skagway).
...STORM WARNING THROUGH TONIGHT...
...HEAVY FREEZING SPRAY WARNING THROUGH TONIGHT...
.TODAY...N WIND 50 KT. SEAS 13 FT. HEAVY FREEZING SPRAY.
.TONIGHT...N WIND 50 KT. SEAS 13 FT. HEAVY FREEZING SPRAY.
.SAT...N STORM FORCE WIND TO 50 KT. SEAS 13 FT. FREEZING SPRAY.
.SAT NIGHT...N STORM FORCE WIND TO 50 KT. SEAS 13 FT. FREEZING
Due to an overwhelming response to my inquiry earlier today, I figured you deserved an update. The phrase is, "Up and at 'em," not Atom or possibly Adam (which in my defense, makes some sense, as Adam was the first person ever to wake in the morning... )Also, Atom is kind of bouncy too, and the popularity of the phrase did come from that old cartoon-- turns out Atom Ant's mantra was "Up and at 'em, Atom Ant!" But here's where it gets even more interesting.
About ten of us braved the wind and ice to creep and drive over to Morning Muscles in the middle of the night- at least that's what 6 am feels like these dark mornings. But Marnie got us up and atom pretty quick (or is it Adam? anybody know?) I was totally awake thanks to a medical emergency at five am. After letting Pearl out, and feeding her, my husband called up the stairs to wake me up, and then said, "Pearl looks like a Pit Bull, check out her face." Pearl was already asleep on the warm bed I had just vacated. She looked awful-- eyes swollen shut, lumpy face-- what the heck?
Another high wind warning, it has been blowing pretty good most of November, and it's cold. But last night when I was falling asleep the wind seemed friendlier, and my room felt more like a cozy berth on a ship at sea, and so I slept deeply and later than usual.
I didn't shop on Black Friday, the family was all here and it was too nice just being with everyone, and then I didn't order anything on-line on Cyber Monday ( I rarely, if ever, shop that way. I'm a local shopper) though I did string a few lights in the windows to brighten the dark days. I will make a donation today on Giving Tuesday. My husband and I were talking last night about the idea of Giving Tuesday, and how in Haines anyway, it is almost redundant-- I mean, we all give, a lot, all the time, of both time and money.
Saturday night friends arrived with a niece who drove to Haines for the holiday and two of her friends and sort of co-workers, if that's what troops are, from Anchorage. They were two young women and a young man-- a blond Californian, a Malaysian immigrant by way of Texas, and a Kentucky farm boy-- all Captains in the Army, all recently returned from Afghanistan. We played a dice game called Busto, and laughed and didn't talk about war, and what they knew that I hope I never do.