I'm re-thinking my anger over the club which hosts the Masters golf tournament not allowing women because there was a man in Morning Muscles today. He was a rafter type. A summer guide looking fellow. Young, blond, tattooed. Strong. (He had 12 pound weights, I use 8. Although a few really buff gals lift 10.) He was very nice, polite, and not at all concerned that he was the only guy in the room, even when a few of us joked about it, in a nervous kind of way.
"Give to all nations unity, peace, and concord." -- The Book of Common Prayer
School is out for the summer. The library summer reading program kick-off is today at 11 at the library, and that's also where the Rasmuson Foundation staff will be giving a workshop on their Tier 1 grant program for non-profits from 3-4. There will be a reception with the visiting folks from the wonderfully generous Rasmuson Foundation following that from 4-5pm. The Low Tide lady golfers from Juneau are coming to play and there's a potluck at 6 at the golf course. The brew fest brewers dinner is tonight, at six, but it is sold out.
Last night was the first time all three grand-babies have been over for dinner. Two slept most of the time, and the third ran around with Pearl until they both had little meltdowns, but it's the thought that counts, and right now I'm thinking about my family, and I can't get Anne Sexton's poem Welcome Morning out of my head "...I mean, though often forget, to give thanks, to faint down by the kitchen table in a prayer of rejoicing..."
There are so many big things going on-- last night's wonderful high school graduation (the best ever, until next year) the first cruise ship of the season, the Vietnam Veterans' Memorial Moving Wall on the Parade Grounds, Spring-- not to mention the new baby, the other two grand babies, and our grown children who are almost all home and will be this weekend-- my son's 23rd birthday was yesterday, we are having the cake tonight. -Anyway, like I said, with so many very big things going on that I can't quite wrap my head around them all-- I am grateful for today's little things.
Haines High graduation is tonight at 7 -- and tomorrow also at the school, same time, is 8th grade promotion. Tomorrow at noon on the Parade Grounds the American Legion opens the Moving Wall exhibit, a traveling version of the Vietnam War memorial wall, then Friday the 20th annual (and all sold-out) Great Alaskan Craft Beer fest kicks off with the brewers dinner.
Last week I wrote an obituary for Jim Mock (54) who died of complications from long-ago radiation treatments for cancer. It is so sad, he was a really nice guy. One paragraph of the obituary didn't get printed. Mostly because of space considerations - the number of pages are determined not by the news but rather by the ads, which pay for the paper-- and because the editor, my friend Tom, is not a sentimental dog person like I am, and since the obituary was about Jim, not his dog, Tom made the cut.
"What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not been discovered."- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Another very, very busy day with Caroline while Mom and baby Ivy get some rest-- there were dandelions to pick, chicks to watch, and a puppy to walk. The good news is that Pearl really is a terrific bird dog.