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The Work of Spouses

Pearl and I were on the way back from our morning walk when we saw the eagle in the tree right in our yard.  She (I'm guessing, since females are larger than males) didn't move as we walked toward the house, or when I took her picture. She was not threatened by Pearl's bark. JJ jogged over from next door, and we both marveled at an eagle, so close to the house, us, and the dog. Then, from the opposite direction, up near the garden, about four eagles swooped through the cherry trees right at us.

It Really is Kind of Funny

This morning I am laughing about the review I posted in despair last night. Proof of what a good night's sleep can do for a person (and a gazillion emails saying I how great I am. Thank you.) One of you took some time to search around for our man Sparse's positive Amazon reviews and found two, for XL white compression socks which his wife shrunk in the wash, and an 82" LCD screen which he said is a bit pricey at "67k". He also let loose a tirade against Amazon reviewers who don't seem to have an expertise on their subject matter.

No Wonder Writers go Crazy

Here are two internet notifications I received within about ten minutes of each other today. The first brought my forehead crashing to the keyboard in despair (I am, after all, trying to write another book), but then the second saved the day. The best lesson? Words matter.

Summer is Coming, Honest.

Yesterday one of my adult daughters said, "This year will be remembered for its divorces, people moving out of town,  30 feet of snow,  and no summer. I think they are all related." Okay, she was having a bad day. It is a little discouraging though. Last summer when we ate the first fresh salmon there was a big bowl of garden salad to go with it. My poor lettuces are starting to fill out, but the carrots remind me of a teenage boy's mustache. If you look very closely you can see their little green whiskered tops.

It's the 20th Anniversary of the Bike Race? Time Flies.

I am surprised that the whole bike race thing is still so emotional for me. I am more than a little scattered this morning and I have a lot to do before we leave this afternoon. It has been seven years since I was run over while training for the annual Kluane to Chilkat International Bike Relay. (Every ride before the June race is a training one.) I'll be fine, of course I will. I'm lucky to be able to walk, much less ride. My friend Bruce is volunteering on the radio now and he just played a gospel tune about dying and going to heaven, which made me pause, some.

Puppy Dreams

The cold windy weather is perfect for sleeping in, especially when we are taking a few days off from the early morning cycles to rest for Saturday's relay. Well, there is nothing like a puppy to change plans. A  nine week old Springer spaniel. He is a gift for a friend, and supposed to be a surprise,  so we got to keep him last night. Pearl was not overjoyed to be displaced in our attentions for the evening, but Phoebe was actually less grumpy than usual.  We set the little guy's kennel next to her bed, and she slept by him all night without a whimper.

Windy Wednesday

I was feeling pretty good about the messy draft of my new book until I went to the bookstore yesterday and saw that Anna Quindlen had already written the final draft. Actually, we are pretty different, but I am a huge fan. I'll buckle down again, as soon as I babysit Lani, go to my Hospice of Haines board meeting, and help Chip drop off the cones and barriers for the Kluane to Chilkat International Bike Relay checkpoints from here to the summit today.

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