There have been 14 moose taken in the hunt so far (at least as of last night according to the white board in the window of the Fish & Game office). We didn't get one of them, but, as Chip says, we shot one last year, and so can't complain, "The odds are against it it." (And there's still a few more weeks, hopefully.)As you can see by my moose stand reading, it's a tad tricky to determine if a moose is legal.
So, I am in a bit of trouble. The plumber arrived this morning to fix something in the basement that has to do with winter ventilation. The fan has been broken all summer, but needs to be working by the time it gets cold. I was surprised to see him, since I know he's a moose hunter, and the season begins at daylight tomorrow. He hadn't quite realized that, until he saw the cooler and boxes in my entry way that I am filling today with camp food for the next five days.
I have spent two hours thumbing through books, searching folded pages and underlines, Googling around on love, loss, marriage, life-- to find a proper "thought" for Sunday 9-11. It's challenging. There's so much grief in the stories we are hearing and telling again today, that I had to turn off the radio. I can't stand it. I can't find anything that fits the way I feel.
Chip rode 100 miles for his 60th birthday on Saturday. (As he said, 'What I'd really like for my birthday is for us to ride a 100 miles') I think I told you that already. Also, he won't be 60 until next week, but he didn't want to miss his opportunity, weather wise or time wise, since moose season opens on the 15th.
"As I grew older, I realized I only had questions. For a long time this made me feel vulnerable and afraid, and then suddenly, as though I'd reached a kind of emotional puberty, it made me feel vulnerable and comfortable." - Anna Quindlen
I should have said, "September already?" (Tonight I'm looking forward to September's First Friday from 5-7 downtown, I saw John Hagen hanging his photography exhibit at Joanie's gallery, and there are new art pieces in the Howser's windows, too.)
I am still trying to get back in the dance of normal days after weeks of being here and yon. And now I'm running for assembly, which may seem crazy, but my not so sub-conscious motive is that then I will have to be home and so can't say yes to events that take me away. Plus, I care about this place and the people who live in it, and think I can help do better for us.
Yes, I am home from Tenakee, and was woken up this morning by a black and white domestic bunny rabbit thumping on the back door. He hopped under the greenhouse when I opened it. And last night we went to a wedding, in the warm evening out at the fairgrounds, full-- just full-- of young people and little children and laughter and dancing and old friends and new, my beautiful daughters and beautiful granddaughters-- and I thought, well, all is very, very right with the world.