Pearl and I were on the way back from our morning walk when we saw the eagle in the tree right in our yard. She (I'm guessing, since females are larger than males) didn't move as we walked toward the house, or when I took her picture. She was not threatened by Pearl's bark. JJ jogged over from next door, and we both marveled at an eagle, so close to the house, us, and the dog. Then, from the opposite direction, up near the garden, about four eagles swooped through the cherry trees right at us.
This morning I am laughing about the review I posted in despair last night. Proof of what a good night's sleep can do for a person (and a gazillion emails saying I how great I am. Thank you.) One of you took some time to search around for our man Sparse's positive Amazon reviews and found two, for XL white compression socks which his wife shrunk in the wash, and an 82" LCD screen which he said is a bit pricey at "67k". He also let loose a tirade against Amazon reviewers who don't seem to have an expertise on their subject matter.
Here are two internet notifications I received within about ten minutes of each other today. The first brought my forehead crashing to the keyboard in despair (I am, after all, trying to write another book), but then the second saved the day. The best lesson? Words matter.
Yesterday one of my adult daughters said, "This year will be remembered for its divorces, people moving out of town, 30 feet of snow, and no summer. I think they are all related." Okay, she was having a bad day. It is a little discouraging though. Last summer when we ate the first fresh salmon there was a big bowl of garden salad to go with it. My poor lettuces are starting to fill out, but the carrots remind me of a teenage boy's mustache. If you look very closely you can see their little green whiskered tops.
"Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race."- H.G. Wells
I just had to share a few pictures from my lunch date with Caroline yesterday, to put what is really important in perspective.
I am surprised that the whole bike race thing is still so emotional for me. I am more than a little scattered this morning and I have a lot to do before we leave this afternoon. It has been seven years since I was run over while training for the annual Kluane to Chilkat International Bike Relay. (Every ride before the June race is a training one.) I'll be fine, of course I will. I'm lucky to be able to walk, much less ride. My friend Bruce is volunteering on the radio now and he just played a gospel tune about dying and going to heaven, which made me pause, some.
The cold windy weather is perfect for sleeping in, especially when we are taking a few days off from the early morning cycles to rest for Saturday's relay. Well, there is nothing like a puppy to change plans. A nine week old Springer spaniel. He is a gift for a friend, and supposed to be a surprise, so we got to keep him last night. Pearl was not overjoyed to be displaced in our attentions for the evening, but Phoebe was actually less grumpy than usual. We set the little guy's kennel next to her bed, and she slept by him all night without a whimper.
I was feeling pretty good about the messy draft of my new book until I went to the bookstore yesterday and saw that Anna Quindlen had already written the final draft. Actually, we are pretty different, but I am a huge fan. I'll buckle down again, as soon as I babysit Lani, go to my Hospice of Haines board meeting, and help Chip drop off the cones and barriers for the Kluane to Chilkat International Bike Relay checkpoints from here to the summit today.
How could I not put the two French girls, Amelie and Marion, up for a few nights when they had me sign a hard cover of If You Lived Here, which they carried in a back pack all the way from the mid-west and came to Haines because of it? They have hitchhiked from Rio to here, and are on their way to Prudhoe Bay to see the Arctic coast. Also, I thought of their poor mother and figured I could make her feel better by looking out for them-- they did say she was a little worried--especially about the hitching part.