A Real Friday Ramble
The good thing about the rain (aside from the obvious greening up the very dry summer ground) is that I got to sleep in a bit this morning (6:30) since we don't ride bikes in the rain in August. In April, May and June, sometimes-- but August, never. We are not training for the bike race and we are in pretty good shape by now. With school looming on the horizon, it seems the calendar is filling up, and it seems it's time for me to pay attention to what's going on in town a little more. (Mind you if the sun comes back out I may regress.) This evening Ron Horn's photo exhibit opens at the Sheldon Museum with a reception from 5-7. I've seen a preview and it is beautiful and a little awe inspiring- birds, bears, whales-- he gets very close and captures moments that many of us otherwise would miss. Tomorrow is the annual Rally for the Cure golf tournament to help fund a cure for breast cancer, it begins at 9:00 am at the Valley of the Eagles Golf Course. Call Kathy at 766-2401 if you want more information. I told you I had three obituaries last week, and there are just two in the Chilkat Valley News, Dale Carlson, an older gent (91) from Mosquito Lake, and Larry Albecker (65) a fisherman and Vietnam vet who won the Bronze Star. Larry's funeral is today at 1:00pm at the Legion. There's a potluck afterwards with roasts provided but please bring a side dish or salad, and if you have time they could use some help in the kitchen. The third is Denise Baker, (52) she died last weekend, but that one will be next week, as will Stubby Thompson's, he died yesterday morning. Chip says I should tell the paper I'll only write one a week, because otherwise I'll never get my novel done and I have the Woman's Day column. But which one do I say no to? I mean, that means someones life is more important, or more interesting, than anothers. (People can't keep dying like this all year, can they?)The great thing about the Chilkat Valley News obituaries is that everyone gets the same treatment. Granted, some people do more in the community than others, so theirs may be longer, but all of the people who die here (and anywhere) leave people who loved them behind. It may sound corny, but I have learned that when you look for the positive in people, which you do in an obituary, and which you don't always do at, say a Borough Assembly meeting or a coffee klatch, the good is easy to find even in the most difficult situations. Anne Frank, may she rest in peace, was right: people are basically good. At dinner last night we were talking (briefly) about the Republican debates. Grandma Joanne likes Fox News and I don't. We love each other though, so we can talk about why we disagree without screaming at each other. We also both know when there's no point in talking about politics anymore. While on many levels it is important to be informed, I think being consumed by the bile and vitriol that seems to come with it these days is not good for the heart or soul. Here's something to think about: I have never written an obituary that included party affiliation. Ever. I also read about a Juneau artist the other day, who has so many projects going that it made my head spin. When asked how he finds the time, he told the reporter he doesn't watch TV. All obituaries include family anecdotes and they all proudly list children (if there are any) and siblings, nieces or nephews, and grandchildren. Today is Friday, my day with baby Caroline. It will be nice to play inside and listen to the rain. I can't think of anything that's more important than that-- and I'm sure Grandma Joanne agrees.