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Yikes

My father Papa Bob was here a week, and since it was only a week, and since the sun was shining, and since the family has all (just about all, we missed a son-in-law who is hunting in the Aleutians and a son who is crewing on a fishing boat that's in Seattle right now) been hanging out a lot.  ( Which means I haven't been at my desk.) The good news is that it is raining now, Dad is home safe, and I managed to get three obituaries done, copyedit a manuscript, and plant the carrots. I leave for Skagway tomorrow but will check in properly before I go. Thanks for reading.

What's up this week? A lot.

I missed the inaugural Letter Nerds gathering at the library last night. The new group has formed to promote the old art of paper correspondence. (Cards, paper and stamps will be provided at meetings), because my dad, Papa Bob, the sun worshiper is here, so it figures that it is now raining and cold enough for a fire in the stove again. It also figures the rain arrived just in time for the middle school picnic and high school graduation night.

Bear Huntin'. A True Story.

It is the time of year when some folks hunt black bear for meat. Black bears are the pork of rural Alaska. (The butcher will turn ours into sausage and brats.) But there is more to this first hunt of the year than food.  There is something that calls male hunters, especially, to the woods after those long winter evenings at home where they are expected to speak at the dinner table,  watch Masterpiece Theater, or learn a few yoga stretches.

Happy Thursday

The forecast is for record heat the next few days. 70s! and sunny too, which is nice for weddings (there's at least one on Saturday, the first of about 8 this summer, I believe) and building ( there's all kinds of hammering and digging and pouring of concrete. And robins and eagles feathering nests...) Chip is very happy because his lumberyard sold a large window package for a project and he beat out Home Depot on the bid. The weather also means it's time to cut the grass and plant the carrots. But when?

Life Goes On. Thank Goodness.

I just talked to my friend Tim who is in Montana preparing to bury his mother-- she had been declining a while-- and she was old, and as he said, it was time. But it's never easy. He said her wish was for me to write her obituary, and so I will. I actually don't so much write them as I gather the stuff of a life into some sort of order that fits the form.

A Mess of Not Really News

There is so much to tell you that I'm a little overwhelmed. I don't even have kids in school anymore-- but those poor parents (and teachers) are exhausting me from just seeing the many end-of-the-year celebrations and events. Prom, concerts, the track meet this weekend, the art show, bike to school day, potlucks and parties and fundraisers and farewells.

Za Za Zoom

The best news I've heard in a longtime is that Haines is getting a Zamboni for our natural-ice-outdoor hockey rink built and maintained by an all volunteer crew at the Fairgrounds. Turns out the mayor of Haines Junction, Yukon Territory ( about 160 miles over the pass from here, pop. about 600) is getting a new one for his village's indoor ice arena and is donating the old one to us-- in exchange for a salmon barbecue up there on Canada Day (July 1).

Sunday's Thought

"For the peace of the world, that a spirit of respect and forbearance may grow among nations and peoples, we pray to you, O Lord."- The Book of Common Prayer

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