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Well, looks like I spoke to soon on the new police chief hire. Apparently there was a heck of a meeting last night and the assembly decided to end salary negotiations with him after he called them narrow minded politicians, thieves and crooks, and compared them to used car salesmen. I guess it's better to learn that's how he really feels before he takes the job. If I could sing jazz standards like interim manager Julie Cozzi, I'd lead the assembly in "Fly Me to the Moon." Since I can't , I will offer this image of peace and tranquility, and urge you all to take a virtual vacation. 

It's So Nice to Be Home

It is so nice to be home in the land of comfortable chairs. (Of course, in Mexico who needs a chair?) I am thinking positive because I think I really could have stayed  south until spring. At the same time, it is spring here it seems-- sunny, very little snow-- mild. Strange, but a pleasant surprise. The best things about the trip? Sun, sand, warm ocean swimming, the food-- street tacos and avocados and pineapples-- and being in a small town where no one knows you is kind of nice, for a little while.

Goodbye for a few weeks!

I will be gone-- to Mexico-- and off-line until the first week in February. I know, I will miss you too-- but how can you miss me of I don't go away? (As Dan Hicks sort of sings.)  Also, this may be an opportunity for a little web cleanse, kind of like the Well&Fit Community Cleanse, but without having to give up wine, coffee, dairy, wheat and sugar. Just the internet. Think of all the things you can get done in a day if you skip those Facebook updates. It might be worth trying to do without it all,  just to see how dependent you may be. I know it will be hard for me.

A Heart for Winter

I am leaving for a vacation on Friday so I have been busy making copies of our wills (so our children will not be "Crawleyed" as poor Mary was. Then again, the "estate" does not require more management than a house-sitter to care for the chickens); packing (I used JJ's list, borrowed a few things from Sarah, and then put it all in my suitcase and then took out five things, so I think I'm set)-- and filling a sedative prescription for the flights. (You think I'm kidding?) Here's the thing about me and vacations: I really like staying home. Haines is my favorite place to be. 

Sunday's Thought

From Garrison Keillor, in honor of the big cold front and Epiphanies large and small: "I grew up among Bible-believing people in Minnesota, a cold-weather state when the wind blows down from Manitoba; it gets so cold your skin hurts, your innards clench up, and a man's testes shrink to the size of garden peas, but Everyone else is just as cold as you are so don't complain about it, this is not a personal experience, that's what we say.

Yes, there really is more snow than usual.

It's official. December's snowfall total was a record 91 inches. (The previous record was 77 inches.) Now the rain has made it even heavier, and messier, and the walkways and roads are even slicker. The official radio road report called driving conditions on the Haines Highway from town to the Canadian border "difficult."  I have not heard that before but of course it is exactly the right word. (At least the printable one.) The walk over the watery skating rink of a driveway to the garage required waterproof boots and crampons this morning.

Find the Good this New Year

Forget diets, exercise plans, cleaning the basement, praying more and worrying less-- all of that stuff will fall into place if you begin a very simple, deliberate practice of finding the good by intentionally seeking the positive in people and situations. Finding the good will make you happier and the people around you happier. So that's my New Year's resolution.

A Bright Snowy Sunday Walk Postcard

It's crazy blowing snow and dark, again. They say we will get another 5-10 inches today,  but yesterday was so great I can only hope  there's another blue sky high in our future. In the meantime, here's a postcard of my walk home from yoga (9:30) and church (10:30)  at the Chilkat Center Sunday around noon.Chip dropped me off, after blasting through the pre-plow berms in his truck, and had me do what we now call the Quito bus stop leap --thanks to JJ's descriptions-   as he coasted by the snowy Chilkat Center parking lot and on down the hill so he wouldn't get stuck.-- I'm just kidding.

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