Let's begin with the confession that I don't like rummage sales, and other people's stuff in large quantities on big tables with everyone shuffling through it for a good deal. It gives me the hives. Stay with me, because this ends with a story to make Antique Road Show fans swoon.
“There are random moments - tossing a salad, coming up the driveway to the house, ironing the seams flat on a quilt square, standing at the kitchen window and looking out at the delphiniums, hearing a burst of laughter from one of my children's rooms - when I feel a wavelike rush of joy. This is my true religion: arbitrary moments of of nearly painful happiness for a life I feel privileged to lead.”-- Elizabeth Berg
It is May first. The weather feels more like March 15, with cold southerly gales and stubby brown grass and black branches, but there are signs of spring: hawks, bears, a cow moose moving in the woods, and rafts of ducks and scoters.
"Listen to no voice except your own. Ask yourself nothing about whom you hate. Ask only what you love, and what sustains you. And protect that."- Seth Kantner
I was working on Lola Vogel's obituary when I answered the phone. (Lola was 95 and passed peacefully of old age. The service is Saturday at 2 at the Presbyterian Church.)
"Nope. This is Heather. You must have the wrong number."
"Oh, hi Heather, it's Barb."
And so, dear gentle reader,
You see, by all the rules,
That earth's whole population
Except ourselves are fools. - Abner Cosens
The nicest thing about knowing you, and keeping in touch, and sharing my ideas and thoughts and schedules of life in my family and this small town, is that without you, I'd be talking to myself. You also keep me from thinking I'm crazy, and reminding me that spending time writing stuff down and sharing it, is important, and matters, so thank you very much for that.
"Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you...Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it?- every, every minute? -Thornton Wilder, Our Town
It's a wet start to a busy week in Haines. But April showers bring May flowers, and it's supposed to clear up before the weekend.
The Chilkoot Indian Association has a transportation summit conference going on at the Sheldon Museum through Thursday.
“This is what we can promise the future: a legacy of care. That we will be good stewards and not take too much or give back too little, that we will recognize wild nature for what it is, in all its magnificent and complex history - an unfathomable wealth that should be consciously saved, not ruthlessly spent. Privilege is what we inherit by our status as Homo sapiens living on this planet.”
― Terry Tempest Williams
"The world changes. The ground shifts. We still make plans. We still find gifts." ~ Lin-Manuel Miranda
Here's what you need to know this week:
It's been a long winter and to say it's been a rough few weeks is an understatement, which is why I haven't even tried to write about what has been happening. It's a lot to absorb and I don't want to add to anyone's pain. It began when I wrote Rick Martin's obituary (he was sixty and had terminal liver disease).