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Wednesday’s Thought(s)
It's cold ( -1 and blowing a gale.) The wind sounds like distant thunder and the dogs don't like that, or the squeak coming from a wire or maybe a gate hinge so they woke me up at five, and I fed them and let them out, and visited with Chip while he did sit-ups in the...
Your Tax Dollars at Work
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...
Blowin’ Like a Bandit
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...
There Is No Army Family Day
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....
We Wished Her Lots of Love
I have been a little shy about adding a new post, since Friday seemed a bit like all Heather, all the time. But I did promise to let you know what happened at choir practice. When Susie came in, those of us who had heard the news all cheered and congratulated her,...
Welcome, Welcome Every Guest
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...