A Mother's Day holiday was first envisioned in 1870 by Julia Ward Howe (of the Battle Hymn of the Republic fame) who was still reeling from the carnage of the Civil War when the Franco-Prussian War broke out, when she declared that there should be a day where mothers of the world unite to promote peace and social justice. That was 1870. Maybe we should try that again.
It is a kind waiting day-- waiting for the rain and wind to stop so I can garden, waiting for Sarah to have the baby, waiting for the temperature to warm-up so the chicks can move to the coop, waiting for the inspiration to write something brilliant for the new book, waiting for the battery to charge on my camera so I can take more pictures. I searched the house for the charger for two days, convinced that one of the kids had borrowed it since it was not in any of its three or four usual outlets. Chip helped me find it this morning. It was in my suitcase. The one I took to Anchorage.
I am a little out of touch thanks to trips to Florida and then Anchorage and the arrival of our son and his friend from Mt. Baker this week (for the summer) and the tiny worry about when I'll head to Juneau to care for grand daughter Caroline while daughter Sarah delivers the baby (she is due May 19, but has commenced the waiting game near the hospital. Luckily her sister lives in the capital, so Sarah and Caroline are kind of "home" while they wait.) This much I do know: The hawks are flying low all along the beaches, marshes, and meadows; Morning Muscles is back Tues.&Thurs.
I had just about the best seat in the Sullivan Arena for my daughter JJ's graduation from the University of Alaska Anchorage on Sunday, and certainly the best I'd had when her three older siblings graduated from Bowdoin, Washington State, and CU Boulder. That's because I was graduating too, and my school (college of arts and sciences) was the first to process in and we master's degree recipients were in the front of the line. I wasn't going to attend my commencement, since I already had the diploma.
'Tis the season-- the home track meet begins this afternoon, tomorrow is the community-wide kick off for the pick-up-the-trash- that-blew-out- of-the-truck-shed-your hand- God only knows where it all came from-- and now has migrated to the brush, roadsides, ditches, creeks, playgrounds, beaches, and vacant lots. Meet at the bank at 11 for "Cleano De Mayo" Many hands make light work. It is also prom night Saturday, and this year has a 1920s circus theme. The junior class has set up the red and white canvas fair tent in the gym, I hear.