In Juneau, actually, waiting to catch a flight home, at a motel across the street from the airport. My plane leaves at 7:45, so I can leave here at about 7:25. I am a bit scatter-shot-- But I have been thinking about an art exhibit at my brother-in-law's gallery (Lurhing Augustine) by a Canadian couple, Janet Cardiff and George Bures Miller. There were three multi media works. My favorite was The Cabinet of Curiousness, an antique wooden card catalog with 20 drawers.
Clyde's Column is up at the Alaska Dispatch. Phew. Now it's time for a great breakfast. Fresh dolly varden, toast and tomatoes. I've been looking forward to it since I fell asleep. Chip and I went fishing (and napping in the sun) yesterday at 19 mile. The sun was so strong that the sand on the riverbank was warm. We caught 3 dollys (2 for him, 1 for me) but let one go, since Stuart brought us 20 lbs. of fresh halibut and we are in the fish the now.
I am going to be on West Coast Live with Jane Smiley. Is it okay to ask for her autograph in the green room? If you are in San Francisco June 12, join us. Me and my good friend Jane Smiley, that is. Can you believe it? I'll probably be holding the book that she reads from. ( Last time I was on the show I did have Calvin Trillin sign a book for me.) I'm glad that Sedge is my friend or I may not make the cut for his terrific literary radio show.
Take Good Care of the Garden and the Dogs has been chosen as an Indie Next Pick for June! This is the national organization of independent bookstores, so that's good news. Booksellers make the picks and many wrote really nice things about it:
I'm a bit scattered. I had a column due yesterday and Jesse was here fixing the Internet and phone, and then Eliza needed help taking the second graders to the beach. (Lovely day, darling kids- write a column or skip rocks? You decide.) I ended up writing about Clyde's memorial service. When everything was back up and running I had a flurry of emails about the new book to answer, and some school work. JJ was at the opera in Vienna last night. I was home with a moose stew and the Mariners' game on TV.
Five years ago today, I was all ready to start the Hospice of Haines training-- where I'd learn how to change a bed with someone in it, or use a walker, who to call when you need help in the middle of the night, and how to comfort someone without driving them crazy. (The trick is to be still. To be present.) Anyway, I was all ready, when I got hit by a truck riding my bike and was badly injured, and though not dying, (thankfully) for months I needed the kind of care Hospice volunteers provide. And they did.
The 100th anniversary of anything is cause for much celebration. Certainly the 100th birthday of our town is a reason for dancing in the streets and big doings. Except we missed it. Haines was incorporated January 6, 1910. The other night at the borough assembly meeting the new manager asked the assembly what they'd like to do to mark the centennial. (Skagway had a big bash, built a park, and even commissioned a bronze statue.
I promised to tell you more about Easter, and baby Caroline's baptism, but I'm not sure how much. This is the tricky part of blogging- and writing for a living. The day and the events will make a good column, so it might have to wait to be "published", make sense? I will say that on Saturday Chip made sure the last snow was off the back deck, and got out the lawn chairs while I washed the windows and raked up the muddy places where there isn't any snow. I also raked some of the dirtier snow, just to spruce up the place. Then Eliza and Stoli and I hiked to Pyramid Island at low tide.
So, the weekly is column is up. (It's about the annual blessing of the fleet.) I already had a note from a friend in Arizona who said it sounds like I really could use a vacation-- like yesterday. I didn't think it was that bad. The good news is that today was like a vacation, we baptized Caroline at St. Michael's and has a noisy Easter dinner afterwards full of children and dogs. I may tell you more later, but, now I'm off to bed with a good book, and a better husband.
My friend Phyllis called to say she was walking her Newfoundland puppy (Zebby is as big as a chicken coop these days) near the lumberyard and saw Sarah's white cat. " Well, I thought it was a cat, until I realized it was a bunny. Tell her to be careful or a dog might kill it." Phyllis said the bunny hopped into the white barn. Sarah doesn't have a bunny. Or at least she didn't know she did. She saw it last night when she was walking up to the Fireweed.