It's not just the snow on the mountains that signal winter is coming. You can tell the weather is closing in and fall is in the air when 20 women show up for Morning Muscles at 6 am on a Tuesday morning to have Marnie put us through our paces with weights and sit ups and jumping jacks, before coffee even. Also, it was dark when we began and dark when we left.
Until October 18, 1867 when Alaskans looked out any window they all saw Russia. Maybe that's what confused the Crazy Man Running for Senate and his thugs who handcuffed my friend Tony yesterday for asking him a question. Anyway, today we celebrate where our connection to the nation all began, the official transfer of the Alaska territory from the Russians to the U.S.A.
All we have been doing for four days is eating. JJ and Stoli made it in Thursday. They had tried to fly down from Anchorage to Juneau Tuesday night, to catch Wednesday's ferry, but high winds and rain kept the airport closed and even the jet couldn't land. Eliza and her boyfriend also had to fly up from Juneau, since there was no ferry this weekend. They waited much of Saturday morning for the fog to lift, and finally did get in about 1:30.
JJ is up talking to her dad, and I hear him making a fire now, and since I don’t want to miss anything, she and Stoli and Eliza all leave on the afternoon ferry, I’ll be quick about sharing something I think is worth thinking about, and since it is Sunday, praying about. Dianne Nelson, the one who won the Friends of the Library raffle, twice, told me that in addition to the gift certificate from our store, Lutak Lumber, she won the case of canned salmon from Haines Packing Co.
Kendra and Alex didn't name him Goode Knight-- he's Evan Alexander Knight, and was born Oct. 15 at 7:23 in Bartlett Hospital with Dr. "call me Dorothy" Hernandez attending-- she's the same physician who delivered my granddaughter Caroline nine months ago. Kendra was at that birth too, and let's just say she was inspired. (You do the math, it's not that hard.) It will be easy to remember how far apart in age Evan and Caroline are, and lucky us that they will be growing up together in Haines. Dr.
My poor husband was up for hours before anyone rousted themselves out of bed. "We college girls need some sleep," JJ announced as she came down in her PJs. It was not that late-- about 8, but Chip had been up since 5, waiting for them. (Stoli is still sleeping, but at least she has two dogs on her bed, so she's doing us all a big favor.) Also, as soon as JJ got downstairs the local radio went off and an Austin Powers DVD went in. "College girls need some laughs." JJ said as she dropped onto the couch, adding that she never appreciated a soft sofa until dorm life.
I didn't win the load of gravel for my driveway in the Friends of the Library raffle. Gary A. did. (Barb sold the ticket, and says she knows which Gary A. that is.) There were 35 prizes and I didn't win any. Before the drawing Friends board member Art Jess wrote a check for a pack of tickets ( 5 dollars each, or 3 for 12) and when Friends President Sara Chapell said she'd put the stubs in the waste basket they were keeping them in, he said not to bother, he didn't buy them to win, but to support the library. Which, of course, is true, but it would have been nice to get a little prize.
A big excavator knocked down the years vacant Primary School yesterday in all that rainy wind. The building wasn't much, and should have been torn down long ago. I do remember a few heavy snowfalls that made the flat roof sag. The small, brown painted plywood school was built as temporary classrooms during the timber heyday, and used for the next thirty years for Kindergarten, first and second graders, and I think, for a few years, third graders, was greater than the sum of its lowly parts. It was not the kind of schoolhouse you would want a picture of on the wall, or even the fridge.
In Yoga class yesterday Nancy, our teacher, read from the wisdom of a Yogi who said we need to find inspiration in the ordinary, and that the way to do that is breathe and clear our minds. We laid back on blankets with eye pillows on. There are about fifteen woman and one man in the class. He is filming the fake miners at the gold mine up the road. He told the botanist from Britain who is studying the butter and egg plants near my beach, all about it. I couldn't help overhear while I was clearing my mind and breathing. He said the show is like the Deadliest Catch, only at a gold mine.
You can tell Tom was a little shorthanded at the paper last week because he ran this rather long interview with me about the cross-country team which I coached, but you might find it interesting. The new CVN reporter has arrived, and she is a terrific young reporter and writer-- a journalism major from Northwestern.