There are so many big things going on-- last night's wonderful high school graduation (the best ever, until next year) the first cruise ship of the season, the Vietnam Veterans' Memorial Moving Wall on the Parade Grounds, Spring-- not to mention the new baby, the other two grand babies, and our grown children who are almost all home and will be this weekend-- my son's 23rd birthday was yesterday, we are having the cake tonight. -Anyway, like I said, with so many very big things going on that I can't quite wrap my head around them all-- I am grateful for today's little things.
Haines High graduation is tonight at 7 -- and tomorrow also at the school, same time, is 8th grade promotion. Tomorrow at noon on the Parade Grounds the American Legion opens the Moving Wall exhibit, a traveling version of the Vietnam War memorial wall, then Friday the 20th annual (and all sold-out) Great Alaskan Craft Beer fest kicks off with the brewers dinner.
Last week I wrote an obituary for Jim Mock (54) who died of complications from long-ago radiation treatments for cancer. It is so sad, he was a really nice guy. One paragraph of the obituary didn't get printed. Mostly because of space considerations - the number of pages are determined not by the news but rather by the ads, which pay for the paper-- and because the editor, my friend Tom, is not a sentimental dog person like I am, and since the obituary was about Jim, not his dog, Tom made the cut.
"What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not been discovered."- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Another very, very busy day with Caroline while Mom and baby Ivy get some rest-- there were dandelions to pick, chicks to watch, and a puppy to walk. The good news is that Pearl really is a terrific bird dog.
Three days early but right on time as far we are all concerned-- her dad and I caught the last plane to Juneau last night, arrived at 9:15pm, and little Ivy made her entrance into the world at 1:01 am. Sarah's big sister Eliza and I are busy with Ivy's big sister Caroline, and we all need a nap-- but here's a few pictures--
Well, Saturday's Chilkat River Walk was more like a wet wrestle with the elements, what with the rain and wind-- gusts to 35 mph, the weather service said, but I think they were higher. (This is no doubt why the season's first Farmers Market held indoors at the school was so much more crowded.) It was hard to stay on the bike and a few walkers turned their backs to the nastiest blasts and looked like they may have to hold on to the guard rails to keep from blowing into the river.
Still waiting on the new grand baby, which is fine, since she is not due until Saturday. (Although I know Sarah would like her to arrive sooner, since she has to wait in Juneau to be near the hospital and would rather be home.) I figured if I scheduled Pearl's spay surgery surely I would have to leave town in a hurry, but that hasn't happened, at least so far. Pearl is at the vet right now. For Mother's Day yesterday Stoli and baby Lani and I went to the Presbyterian Church.
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.