Cycling back into town after an eventful spin along the muddy Chilkat River this morning all I smelled were roses and toast. The wild roses are doing much better with the cool gray weather than my geraniums, and when it is only 50 and nearly July, the campers in the RVs make a lot of toast. There is comfort in everything about toast. Sure, a person should stop and smell the roses, but you can eat toast.
It's been busy, what with the kids from Juneau here, making six grandchildren in town at once. Babysitting at nap time is my duty, and seeing as how baby Molly often sleeps on my bed and I don't want her to roll off, I have no choice but to catch up on summer reading. I loved Ann Tyler's Vinegar Girl and for you cyclists, Gironimo! by Tim Moore about recreating the "very terrible" 1914 Tour of Italy with vintage gear.
I've been meaning to check in after the bike race. I'm fine! We actually had the best ride ever on stages 7 & 8 from the border into town, racing a Canadian friend and pedaling into the wind at an average of 20 mph. The road was dry and it was windy, gray, and cool.So that was fun. He thanked us and said that was his best ride in the race, ever. The reason we did that instead of the real race was that it was canceled for the first time ever when we woke to heavy wet snow in Haines Junction, and our friend Tom playing a mournful "Summertime" on his trumpet from an icy motel balcony.
The wind has just not quit for several days. It's making us slightly crazy-- try biking into a southerly at 25 knots. (I hope it blows itself out by Saturday's 25th annual Kluane to Chilkat International Bike Relay.) In the meantime, walking Pearl is a noisy, beautiful, whirl.
I love this place.
“Courage is not simply one of the virtues but the form of every virtue at the testing point, which means at the point of highest reality. ”- C.S. Lewis
I came home to find a note on the counter from my friend Becky, "I thought it would be fun if you and I got matching tattoos!" (Although she used one t in the middle not two- it's not everyday either of us spells tattoo.) It said we should choose different colors is all. It was a few days after I learned the recall petitions have been turned in, which means there will be a recall election (if the signatures are all valid) in August for me, Tom, and Tresham. My response to the false charges on the petitions would not be a tattoo I would want my grandchildren to read.
Eowyn Ivey (Pulitzer Prize finalist thanks to her first novel, The Snow Child) will be speaking and reading from her second novel, To the Bright Edge of the World, tomorrow (Tuesday, May 30) night at 6:30 at the library. I wish I could hear her! But we have a borough assembly meeting and with the manager contract, the assembly seat appointment, and the third budget hearing this is not the meeting to skip, even if I am allowed three unexcused absences. (It could be grounds for a recall. Or maybe another one?)
A few days off (away from my desk) in the garden and hanging out with friends and family is just what I needed. I've been a little blue with the borough stuff and Song's death, and am relieved that his wife Amy didn't want to do the obituary this week. It's been a tough go for her and their three little ones, and the funeral is Monday at 3:00 at St. Luke church in Shoreline, near Seattle. If you do go, Amy says to wear "Easter best" whites and bright colors. There will be a memorial in Haines in about a month, she said, and she and the kids will be here.