A New Day Dawning
On September 11, 2001 I wished my husband happy birthday and made some coffee. We were up early getting ready for a bike ride, and Chip turned the TV on. That's when we saw live (with the time change) that awful attack on the World Trade Center, and then watched (or tried not to) with horror as the news came in about the Pentagon and the flight over Pennsylvania, and all of it. I thought it was end of the world. My husband and our friend Steve, who came over from across the road and hadn't heard the news yet, didn't. They said we should still go for our bike ride, since there was nothing we could do anyway, and that we owed it to all those people killed to be as alive as we could. So we did. We rode for 20 miles in the early morning sunshine along the Chilkat River and back. Later that day, at noon, I think it was, we attended a prayer service for the victims and the rescue workers at the Presbyterian Church because it seemed like most positive thing we could do. Today we woke up early to ride too, and just like then, my husband turned on the news. It was all about the capture of Osama bin Laden. But this morning we decided not to ride. It's foggy and raining and about 40 degrees. There is nothing more miserable than riding a road bike in the cold rain. (Especially when we don't have to, the weather has been good for cycling and we rode yesterday.) Chip went out to workout above the garage, and I'll do something outside later. After he left, I didn't keep the TV on, or the radio, opting instead for the patter of the gentle rain on the tin porch roof and the call of the gulls out the window. It is so peaceful. That is nothing new, though. It feels peaceful here most of the time. The difference this morning is that maybe, just maybe, this is the beginning of a more peaceful wider world. Maybe it means the wars are over? Or at least that we can scale back, a lot? Wouldn't that be a new day dawning? Isn't that what everyone wants, deep down inside? You'd think we could make it happen.
And just to show that life does go on, in spite of really big news, the track team had a good weekend in Juneau. The boys were third behind Juneau and Thunder Mountain, (top small school) and the girls were fourth, behind Juneau, Thunder Mountain and Petersburg (2nd small school). There's a home meet this weekend, call the school if you'd like to volunteer. The older students of Nancy Nash (8-12 graders) have a voice and piano recital at the museum this afternoon at 4, and visiting young-adult book author Jim Whiting speaks at the library at 7 tonight. (He's having supper with us, so I'll do my best to have him there on time.) Wednesday night at 6:30 is the annual school spring concert for grades 5-12, and Thursday "Certified Lunatic and Master of the Impossible" Tomas Kubinek performs at the Chilkat Center, courtesy of the Haines Arts Council. I have heard he is crazy and fun and even the New York Times says not to miss this show. This week is also the beginning of the annual community clean up. There's a lot of trash in those ditches and bushes, so pick up some yellow bags and fill a few up. If we all help, it will be easy.