I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.

In the immortal words of my friend John– who when asked, “How are you doing this morning?”– Replied, “I’m glad I’m not in Buffalo.” We were in Buffalo this time of year in 2011, when Haines got about five feet of snow in a day. Remember?

This November, Haines has moved to the Oregon coast, it seems.

But the winter days are still so short-  about 7 hours of dusk, and the nights so long– the kind that have me making supper at five and in bed reading by 8:30. (Should I admit that?) The  short days also have me pacing, sort of– walking Pearl twice a day. More for me than her, I think- and to see friends on the beach or the trails with their dogs-  when I said that to one them she retired a   haiku:

“I said I was going to see the bamboo fence, but it was really to see you.”

The library board meeting this afternoon may not have a quorum, as Dick is in Seattle recovering from heart surgery, Lori is in New York with an ailing father-in-law, other board members are on trips to Santa Fe and Italy and working out of town. There may just be three of us. But, I voted to meet anyway. I mean, it’s nice to talk about things that matter face to face.