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Sunday's Thought

 From Emily Dickinson's  poem #1176:

We'll never know how high we are

Till we are asked to rise

And then if we are true to plan

Our statures touch the skies--

Good News and Bad News

In yoga this week, the instructor, Nancy, began the practice announcing that she had good news and bad news. There was a worried silence. Then she asked which we'd like first. Some said the bad, some said the good. "What if the good news and bad news is the same?" She asked. Then she spoke about learning to react to the world in a different way than we usually do. That basically, the news "is what it is." What makes it good or bad is our response to it. That may be true. But how can you respond to the news that a friend has died with anything but tears?

Fundraiser for Faith Weds. 23 at the Elks

In other news, tomorrow night at the Elks Lodge (5-8) there will be a fundraising dinner for Faith Touhy. Dianne Nelson said Faith has been under going chemo treatments for  breast cancer, and has had to stop working, and while medicaid has been helpful, "the bills are beginning to accumulate." She promises good food, fellowship, and that good feeling you get from comforting a neighbor. There will be vegetarian and meat lasagna, salad, garlic bread and cake. The suggested donation is 10$ for adults, 5$ for children, 8$ for seniors, and 30$ for the family. Kids under five are free.

Small World Wonders

It's spring break at the school this week and the Haines Venturer Scouts are in Ecuador climbing mountains and riding bikes.  Their last big trip was to Africa where they climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro. (For a small out of the way place, we sure get around.) Nancy Nash was back at choir practice Thursday night after a few weeks in Thailand to visit her daughter who works for the state department in Bangkok.  She was full of stories about the trip, but the big one was that on the way home her jet landed in  Tokyo just after earthquake.

Sunday's Thought

From Annie Dillard's The Writing Life

Admire the world for never ending on you- as you would admire an opponent, without taking your eyes from him, or walking away.

The Shark is Still Here

It usually takes the ravens, magpies and eagles a day to pick a deer carcass clean down to a pile of fur. They even eat the hide. But the gutted sleeper shark liver remains intact- as is all the viscera, which is splayed out in a seeping pile in the sand next to the body. The birds and animals aren't eating it. There are a few little tears and nibbles but that's all. Could it be that it was sick, and they can sense that? Or is it that they don't like the taste of foreign meat? This time of year, every creature is certainly hungry, but even the coyotes haven't ripped into it.

Shark Update

Well, as you can imagine there was high excitement on the beach yesterday ( and lots of spring sunshine ) what with a shark and all. Bears, moose, wolves, coyotes, seals, sea-lions, hawks, eagles-- these are all normal visitors, but a shark? Turns out it was a pacific sleeper shark that was up here eating those little squid that showed up on the big winds last week, and apparently was new to the area and didn't realized the inlet in front of our house is a mud flat when the tide ebbs.

Rob's Blooming Good Idea

 Willa Cather wrote that winter hangs on too long in country towns-- "until it is stale and shabby,old and sullen." Which pretty sums up the mood around here, although yesterday's 29 degrees sure felt balmy. March makes me completely manic. One minute I'm sure I'll build an addition to my kitchen, get a Newfoundland puppy, twelve bantam hens, a milk goat and a weave-your-own-underwear ap for my iPhone, the next I'm selling everything and buying a very small sailboat to live on all by myself.

Hospice Gifts

The good thing about having forty people over for dinner is that it makes you clean the house, and after all winter mine could use it. I mean, it looked okay, but a white glove test would not be good (it still won't) thanks to the wood stove, and to the glacier dust blowing down the Chilkat River valley from this windy, dry cold spell. There was only 5 feet of snow at the measure stick high on Mt. Ripinsky last time we checked, and I've seen 14 feet this time of year.



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