Please notice that my neighbor James, who designed these pages with me, has now added the time and date for every blog entry. How nice is that, especially for those of us who keep forgetting what time it is, and what day it is. Also, you may be pleased to know that he will be giving me a lesson on posting photos this afternoon, so you should "see" more of Haines here, soon. In the meantime I'm staying close to the fire. There are storm warnings on the water for heavy freezing spray and 50 knot winds. The house is shaking a bit in all this blowing snow.
Dec. 15, 2010 (Again)-- I am tech challenged and apologize for the too big photo, but I figured better a little funky than not at all. Thanks to my daughters I have managed to post photos on facebook, and have learned to get them from there to here, but not how to move them from my camera or computer photo album directly to here. Make sense? No? It doesn't to me either. But I'll keep trying. Tomorrow. Now, I have a column for Woman's Day to write, and that darn MFA thesis, and oh yeah,-- it's is almost Christmas and Chip is hollering that the oatmeal is ready.
Dec.15, 2010- Two lambs are missing from the Sacred Heart Catholic Church nativity scene. At the Hospice of Haines holiday open house yesterday volunteer Dick Flegel said he hopes they'll come back in time for Christmas. Dick is largely responsible for the newly renovated creche, and he said he hopes that the lambs are safe in a shed or garage, but worries that perhaps they blew away and landed in a snow bank. Being white and lumpy they'd be hard to spot. He prays they haven't been kidnapped.
On Sunday we sang the Advent hymn People Look East, which includes the verse, "Make your house fair as you are able, trim the hearth and set the table" and I've been doing best.
Take Good Care of the Garden and the Dogs (Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill) made the Anchorage Daily News best books list, along with some other pretty great Alaskan books. They'd all make great Christmas gifts.
It is so easy to go through life looking feverishly for special ways to find God when God is most of all to be found in doing common things with uncommon concientiousness-- Joan Chittister, The Rule of Benedict
It is a busy day, with all the holiday activities, and fresh snow, and the kids on the way home for Christmas. (The girls arrive tomorrow, I think, since the ferry was canceled again today. Turns out the Fairweather is aptly named: it only runs in it.) Which is why I'll be brief. This episode shows the miners building their camp, digging a lot of holes with big machines, chasing bears, and meeting the neighboring miner. There was also a lot of gold mining information that I kind of glazed over at.
The talk at Morning Muscles was the 4.2 earthquake. It struck last night at 8:43 somewhere back behind Santa Claus Mountain and almost all of us felt it. (Kim didn't, but her neighbor's dog is in heat and is driving her Golden Retriever crazy.) Beth even ran to a doorway. I stood up and thought about it.