I drop everything for house guests, and when they are family even more so and it's been a full house for a few weeks now, what with the kids from Juneau and now my dad, Papa Bob, is here. There is also something about the days after Solstice that makes me feel like holding on tight to good times with the people around me. Another birthday came and went, and that always makes me happy. There was a baby in church yesterday and one of our elders is in hospice care, and last night we celebrated a friend's 70th birthday party.
Cycling back into town after an eventful spin along the muddy Chilkat River this morning all I smelled were roses and toast. The wild roses are doing much better with the cool gray weather than my geraniums, and when it is only 50 and nearly July, the campers in the RVs make a lot of toast. There is comfort in everything about toast. Sure, a person should stop and smell the roses, but you can eat toast.
It's been busy, what with the kids from Juneau here, making six grandchildren in town at once. Babysitting at nap time is my duty, and seeing as how baby Molly often sleeps on my bed and I don't want her to roll off, I have no choice but to catch up on summer reading. I loved Ann Tyler's Vinegar Girl and for you cyclists, Gironimo! by Tim Moore about recreating the "very terrible" 1914 Tour of Italy with vintage gear.
I've been meaning to check in after the bike race. I'm fine! We actually had the best ride ever on stages 7 & 8 from the border into town, racing a Canadian friend and pedaling into the wind at an average of 20 mph. The road was dry and it was windy, gray, and cool.So that was fun. He thanked us and said that was his best ride in the race, ever. The reason we did that instead of the real race was that it was canceled for the first time ever when we woke to heavy wet snow in Haines Junction, and our friend Tom playing a mournful "Summertime" on his trumpet from an icy motel balcony.
The wind has just not quit for several days. It's making us slightly crazy-- try biking into a southerly at 25 knots. (I hope it blows itself out by Saturday's 25th annual Kluane to Chilkat International Bike Relay.) In the meantime, walking Pearl is a noisy, beautiful, whirl.
I love this place.
“Courage is not simply one of the virtues but the form of every virtue at the testing point, which means at the point of highest reality. ”- C.S. Lewis
I came home to find a note on the counter from my friend Becky, "I thought it would be fun if you and I got matching tattoos!" (Although she used one t in the middle not two- it's not everyday either of us spells tattoo.) It said we should choose different colors is all. It was a few days after I learned the recall petitions have been turned in, which means there will be a recall election (if the signatures are all valid) in August for me, Tom, and Tresham. My response to the false charges on the petitions would not be a tattoo I would want my grandchildren to read.