Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you- Anne Lamott
Saturday morning 8:00 am, 36 degrees, light rain, SE winds 10-15 with higher gusts. Low tide. It’s snowing up in Klukwan and down in Juneau, but still wet here in between.
The wind and rain were enough to send me up into the woods, but before I cut in on the trail, I nearly tripped over this root and rock. The root is holding the stone with wooden arms. Even though the tree is technically dead, the bond remains. This is good to know.
I have been working on a manuscript, I can’t call it a book yet, and part of it may have the story of my great grandfather Charlie Smith in it. I never met him, but I did know my Grandpa Smith. I see him everyday, in his WW I uniform. His picture hangs upstairs in our house. I wish that war had ended all wars.
We walked earlier than I had planned, and before our visiting dog wanted to.( Lucy slept in), because I needed to be at the intersection by the Assembly of God Church for the eagle fest 5K fun run this morning at 8:45. Tom asked me to direct visitors and make sure no one got hit by a car. I only saw two cars and one visitor. Everyone else was local. Alex, the English teacher, pushed little Harvey in the jogger.
When Tom was elected mayor I promised I’d help him, as long it didn’t involve politics too much. Which is why I also drove the band last night in the “mini parade” Tom insisted we have to kick off the festival. The rain was coming down hard and they needed to keep the music and instruments dry-ish.
If walking four dogs is a small parade, Tom’s mini version was pretty big. We covered half of Main Street and drove over to the eagle foundation building and back to the school. Police cars flashed at the intersections. The acting chief was laughing as Tom gave him instructions. Tom’s enthusiasm is infectious.
Darwin drove the fire truck with a guy in an eagle costume on top, then came the band — nine musicians– on the lumberyard flatbed, and Jenn at the helm of the ambulance brought up the rear. “In case anyone falls off the back of the truck,” Tom said. I think Pizza Joe was rollerblading in what looked like a ninja turtle outfit. I’m not sure because I was concentrating on driving smoothly, and making sure the tarp didn’t blow off its less than sturdy frame above the band. I cannot tell you how fun and crazy it was. Everyone came out of the brewery and cheered.
Yesterday was also my sister Kathleen’s birthday and while we were texting I sent her the photo of us loading up the musicians into the truck. “You’re nuts!” she wrote, adding, “I was thinking you should write a family history but leave out the bad parts.”
Bad parts?
