Heather Lende's blog

Best Preacher That Ever Was

 Poet Mary Oliver called the morning sun "the best preacher there ever was."  So is a sleeping six week old baby. I thought of the poem this morning since the sun was coming up as we left Morning Muscles, and the low clouds rolling up Lynn Canal were pink and lavender. The sidewalks are clear of ice and it smells like spring. (March is coming in like a lamb.) I'm spending the day with Sarah and baby Caroline. (My son-in-law is on the way to Sitka for the regional basketball tournament.) I let myself in and all was quiet, the girls were sleeping, so I took the dog for a walk around town.

Fish Oil

Chip and I were walking the other day, and he said I shouldn't wear mittens. His  Tlingit hunting friend John says that you can stay outside in the cold longer if you learn not to need them. I have an artist friend who told me not wear glasses for the same reason. He said that my eyes would get used to them. I wear both mittens and glasses. However, I have been having some eye trouble lately, and at Morning Muscles one of the ladies jumping and crunching recommended fish oil.  She suggested seeing a pharmacist in Juneau at Ron's Apothecary.

More Wave News

 Here is a good article from the Anchorage Daily News. They say Haines will probably be fine, but that weird currents from the tsunamis can be dangerous, and it is not a good afternoon to be in a kayak or skiff, so be careful.  As for me, Chip and I walked down to the cannery and back in the sunshine, and since then I've been washing windows. ( The downstairs outside windows, standing on a wobbly chair in the snow banks) and cleaning the chicken coop - In a sweatshirt--This is February?

Tsunami News

My neighbor Betty didn't call early this morning when her weather radio tsunami warning alarm went off, since it didn't sound like we would get one,  at least not right away, and she knows I like to sleep until seven on Saturdays and then listen to "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me" on KHNS (It's on now. With no local word on any tsunami advisory.) Betty and I did just chat a minute ago about the big earthquake in Chile last night,  a preliminary 8.8, which Betty said the news people said is 500 times the strength of the Haiti quake.

First Review

The first pre-publication review for Take Good Care of the Garden and the Dogs is in, from Kirkus Reviews.  And... drum roll please...

LeConte Lock Out

Yesterday at lunchtime coyotes ran through the neighborhood. My husband saw one standing in a driveway on Cemetery Hill and the pack run down by River Road. Be careful with pets. I didn't see the coyotes because I was on the ferry. All day.  I had been in Juneau judging the state Poetry Out Loud finals. The LeConte left Juneau at 7:00 am and arrived in Haines about 2:30 ( we went to Skagway first.) Since I had a car, I was on board by 6:00.

Blame it on the Sun

 Paul and Annie said it must have been 50 degrees on top of Mt. Ripinsky Saturday, and Dr. Feldman said he walked all the way to Pyramid Island without getting water in his boots Sunday.  (We walked almost to the airport the day before with the dogs.)The tide was out and the river is that low. Lots of people were saying it was a beautiful weekend- for April--.

Smoking Snowshoes

 The other day someone called the fire department because there was smoke coming from the woods out by 7 Mile on the Haines Highway. When the fire department got there they looked at the deep snow between them and the fire, which was about a quarter mile up the slope on the side of Mt. Ripinsky, and strapped on snowshoes. They stomped in, and found a a big old tree partly burning. So they took off their snowshoes and used them to scoop snow  on the flames and hot spots, putting out the blaze before it became a forest fire.

Shaun White's Wolves

The wolves began howling during the women's downhill. Right after Lindsey Vonn won my husband let the dogs out and said to mute the TV and come stand by the door. Across the Chilkat River a whole pack was crying and howling. Although howl is not an adequate word. The longer we listened the more the wolf voices sang with a kind of chorus of  lament and yearning, except that every now and then one yodeled with a crazy joy. The pitches, range, and tones reminded me of brass horns in a Charles Mingus inspired piece.

Fat Tuesday Luck

John just called, and said to be sure to eat a doughnut today so we'd have good luck all year. It's a Pennsylvania Dutch tradition he said. His wife Cheryl is from Pa. I told him that in our church we eat pancakes and sausage tonight. It is Fat Tuesday (or Shrove Tuesday) the last night before the very lean forty days of Lent. Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday. Tradition dictates that you eat a lot of fat today and then give it up (proverbially and physically) until Easter.



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