There are three defining events which make a family: weddings, births or adoption celebrations, and funerals. Of these three, the last one, it seems to me, is the one that cements those bonds--the one thing that confirms we are part of the tribe-- by marriage, birth, and even friendship-- that we are connected-- for better or worse, sickness and health, 'till death do us part.
The Coast Guard suspended its search for Ted Lynch. That sad news came in a press release issued shortly before 8:00 p.m. Tuesday. Ted, a 62 year-old Haines fisherman, is my daughter’s father-in-law. He had promised to make the Thanksgiving turkey this year for our now combined families. Ted and I share a granddaughter, and between our families we have 11 kids. At the wedding last January, when I said I hoped the newlyweds would wait a bit to have the next baby (the first one was on the way) Ted smiled in his very sweet way, and said he hoped they had lots.
I have the Internet, public radio, a few good books, peanut butter, rice cakes, apples, Perrier and a huge flat screen TV to watch the debate and the baseball game on, which is a long way of saying I'm as comfortable as I can be away from home and that this is why you haven't heard from me in a few days. (That, and I spent the weekend in Juneau with my school-teaching daughters before flying up to Anchorage.) I'm still dopey from the procedure meds-- nothing serious, just a little tune up on my legs.
Here is my essay for this week's Small Things Considered Feature on KHNS. Rosalie Loewen and Debi Knight-Kennedy are regular contributors too, if you'd like to do one, or more, contact Margaret at 766-2020, or email me and we'll help you.
When I heard that Oklahoma! Would be staged here on October 5 & 6th, I thought no one will rehearse during the final weeks of summer. Big shows were for midwinter.
"The reward of a lifetime of reading is a rich acquaintanceship with those gentle or powerful or rebellious or acceptant, those greatly mixed and humanly variable but always greatly human ghosts." Wallace Stegner
Tonight the planning commission meets at 6:30 in the council chambers and one of the items on the agenda is a potential mine at the base of Mt. Riley, about a mile down the road from my house. It is on state and mental health trust land apparently, but is basically in the middle of a residential neighborhood, adjacent to a popular hiking trail, shooting range, and the valuable Chilkat Inlet fishery, both subsistence and commercial.
Well, teacher Pam Randles and her Takshanuk Watershed Council Citizen Scientists from the high school, and Chilkat Forest Investigators from the elementary school have solve the mystery of the woodchuck living in our chicken coop. They caught the shy little guy on a remote control camera, and determined that he was an arctic ground squirrel who was out of his territory, which is usually alpine areas. I said "was" on purpose, because he is now dead. He was hit by a car near the house, so my husband picked him up and put him in a bag in the freezer and called Pam.