I was at Olerud's store, not too long ago, checking out with a shopping cart full of groceries, when a friend holding a red pepper and bunch of cilantro looked at it and said I could save a lot of money at Costco. (In Juneau) I said "But I want Candy to have a job, and her husband to be the fire chief, and her children to be in our school." Also, by the time I take the car to Juneau on the ferry and spend the night in a hotel and eat Thai food and go to a movie and the eye doctor I could have bought a ticket to Belize. Anyway, my friend, who is a smart guy, looked at me funny.
This coming week we will be hearing a lot from our ex-governor, The Woman I Will Not Name, and as one of my favorite political bloggers sort of put it, the only choices are 1. Finding an uninhabited tropical island (my first choice, but I've got four dogs and four chickens to care for and my husband is deer hunting and it has just snowed about a foot and someone has to shovel) or 2. Hold your nose and jump in.
Remember that volunteer program called 1,000 points of light? I was thinking about that this morning at our Hospice of Haines board meeting. We were up at the volunteer coordinator's house, since she has a newborn baby girl and a small son and said it would be easier for her.
This just in, this website and blog are not endorsed by the Haines Convention and Visitor's Bureau, (which it appears is a good thing) who today declined a link request because my writing does not present a positive impression of Haines. Here is what the Haines Tourism Director Lori Stepansky had to say in rejecting my request for a link to this blog, website and column in the Dispatch under her "Haines in the News" section:
There's a Guy Clarke song, Blowin' Like a Bandit, that comes to mind on mornings like this, and nights like last night. It goes " out there on the gulf the wind is blowin' like a bandit, they're talkin' 'bout a hurricane and your riggin will not stand it." I knew it was bad when the smell of smoke woke me around two, and the house shuddered like the ferry does in high seas. Before bed I had filled the woodstove, damped it down and flipped the lever on the catalytic converter.
I am still a bit afraid of just putting words out there without the benefit of an editor's eyes, or for that matter spell check ( I haven't figured out how to incorporate that into my blog.) This is like writing a journal, I suppose, only one that everyone reads. Which is what a column is like, to some extent. The trick with a good column is for it to read as if it were something I just happened to think of. The blog really is. I am also only half-way through my first cup of coffee, so that's a dangerous time to write anything.
I have been a little shy about adding a new post, since Friday seemed a bit like all Heather, all the time.
The Haines A'Cappella Women's Choir (HAWC like the raptor) practices every Thursday night from 6-7 in the Sheldon Museum. Nancy Nash is our director, and she likes madrigals and rounds, so we often sing a tune that begins "welcome, welcome every guest, welcome to our music fest." This seems like a good way to begin this blog, which I am calling News From Small Town Alaska, because that's pretty much what you'll find here.
Please feel free to get in touch with me. I promise I'll read your note, but cannot guarantee a reply, although I'll do my best to.