We are counting down to departure time. Seeing friends we won’t see for the next 6 weeks. Finishing jobs around the house and garden. Paying bills. Arranging cat care. Making lists; shopping. Getting blood pressure, eyes, heart checked. Getting teeth cleaned.
Jerry still has some work to do on the camper, he says. “What work?” I ask. “Oh, some wiring, putting some things away.” He answers.
We had dinner with my cousins, John and Betsy, on Sunday. Tonight we have dinner with Cathy and Russ who will take care of our yard while we are gone. Tomorrow night with Ria and Basil. And Easter Sunday we go down to daughter Deborah’s for dinner. She will have roast lamb and Greek salad, and my grandson James and his wife Maria will bring a sticky-toffee pudding. Most important, they will bring my great grandson, Julian. I have not seen Julian since Christmas. I’m taking my camera, so be warned. There will be baby pictures on this site before I go to Alaska!
In the mean time everything outside is growing. The daffodils are fading, the hyacinths still going strong. In the middle of winter I found a bag of blue hyacinths I had forgotten to plant. I stuck them into pots and the front garden and they came up like gang-busters.
The birds swarm all over the feeder and the suet cake. There are chickadees and sparrows and finches and blue jays and juncos. No grosbeaks as yet. Big handsome flickers gobble up the suet.
White iberis drapes over the rocks at the side of the house.
Jerry mows the lawn whenever the weather dries a little. A storm is brewing just now. We have wind warnings of 50 miles an hour or more.
Last night after Mah Jongg I had to drive Betsy home because her phone didn’t seem to work when she called John to come and get her. It was a black wet night and waves were crashing over the sea wall at Village Point. The car got salt water on it and bits of wood debris hit the side.
Today the trees are swooping and diving in the wind.
A power loss is almost certain in this kind of weather.
When I get to our dear little house in Manley Hot Springs I plan to spend as much time as possible in my upstairs studio painting. I will have a show in Bellingham with a fellow Lummi Island painter, Ingrid McGarry, in September. I need to get some new work ready for it.
I have a stack of books to read. Mostly science, but some poetry.
It will be good to see our friends, the Reddingtons and Linda who live across the road in Manley. Perhaps I’ll have a moose dinner. I like moose.
If there isn’t too much snow in the woods Jerry and I will walk with the poodles up the hill to the mining road every evening. I love that walk. Spring is so speedy in Alaska that in a period of a few weeks the woods are transformed. New things grow up overnight on the forest floor. The days linger long as summer gallops in.
The last week in May we start for home. I wonder what stories I will have to tell you then.