There was a woman riding a recumbent bike down the road this morning at about 6 mile, and Chip slowed to talk with her just before fisherman Richard Boyce's place. Chip doesn't usually slow down, much less stop when we're riding, and he is never a big talker. I do that, but this morning I didn’t feel like it, especially there, where on mornings when he is not fishing, we often see Richard heading to town for coffee. That will never happen again. I wish I knew that the last time we waved or he timed us with his truck's speedometer.

Yes, I will blog again, but it may take a day or two until I can write more than a few lines. I am having some trouble with my computer. The battery and power cord aren't working properly. (I am at 20% right now.) Bad sign.

 Last night I asked Chip if he had planned anything big, you know, like a trip to Italy for our 30th anniversary today. Then I looked up the gift for 30 years of marriage, so he could have a head's up. Imagine the grin when I read that this is the pearl anniversary.  Guess we have that covered thanks to lovely puppy Pearl. You should know that there is a Farmer's Market tomorrow from noon-2, and a Lighting of the Library planning meeting at 4pm at the library. Also, Nelle still needs someone to pick up ice for the 4th of July picnic and people to set up and take down the tents.

From Mary Oliver's poem  When Death Comes,  " I don't want to end up simply visiting this world." 

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.

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.

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.

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.

"Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race."- H.G. Wells