I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.

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8 Days ’til Christmas?

8 Days ’til Christmas?

Is that right? I need help counting napkins and plates in order to set the table, and exactly how many need a seat for dinner.  And we aren't even all here yet.Our oldest daughter and her family won't arrive until Christmas Eve on the ferry from Juneau  -and yes,...

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Goodbye to Richard

There was a woman riding a recumbent bike down the road this morning at about 6 mile, and Chip slowed to talk with her just before fisherman Richard Boyce's place. Chip doesn't usually slow down, much less stop when we're riding, and he is never a big talker. I do...

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Technical Difficulties

Yes, I will blog again, but it may take a day or two until I can write more than a few lines. I am having some trouble with my computer. The battery and power cord aren't working properly. (I am at 20% right now.) Bad sign. The good news is that I got the draft of the...

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Summer Day Postcard

 Last night I asked Chip if he had planned anything big, you know, like a trip to Italy for our 30th anniversary today. Then I looked up the gift for 30 years of marriage, so he could have a head's up. Imagine the grin when I read that this is the pearl anniversary....

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Sunday’s Thought

From Mary Oliver's poem  When Death Comes,  " I don't want to end up simply visiting this world." 

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Pearl is my Co-Pilot

  Pearl and I are running a few errands this morning so we can enjoy the sun -- the forecast calls for 80 degrees the next two days, and while it is warm, the weather is also weird, and a bit unsettling, like an Antonioni film, with all the wind and haze from the...

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The Work of Spouses

Pearl and I were on the way back from our morning walk when we saw the eagle in the tree right in our yard.  She (I'm guessing, since females are larger than males) didn't move as we walked toward the house, or when I took her picture. She was not threatened by...

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