I will miss the ballet recital tomorrow, but you can still go if you are in town, it's at 10:30 in the Chilkat Center, and you don't need to have a relative in it to love, love, love it-- the sweetness factor is huge. I will be in Juneau, and then on to bike camp for grown-ups with Chip for a week in California. Crazy, but true. I'm not bringing a laptop, so I won't be back here until next Tuesday. Don't worry, we will be careful. And when I return I am going to learn how to write poetry. I think my heart is ready for that.
I flew from Kodiak to Anchorage first thing Sunday morning, and the plan was to fly Alaska Airlines from there to Juneau shortly after arriving, which meant I'd be able to spend the day and night in Juneau with my daughters and grandson before riding the Haines ferry home on Monday. I had been unable to leave Kodiak Saturday as planned due to a storm, it felt like a hurricane-- so I knew better than to count on anything, still, the weather was okay Sunday in Kodiak and good in Anchorage, and it appeared I'd be on schedule.
I came home in time to vote in the Republican caucus poll, but am not a Republican so I couldn't. The Republican I am married to did not vote. He can't see any of the candidates being president. One friend summed the election this way:
"Twenty-six people in Haines voted for Trump yesterday. TWENTY SIX ...I'm getting on the ferry tonight. One way ticket. Buh-bye."