Outside I see cold. I see snow. I see ice. I see red polls and chickadees, magpies and the occasional robin and stellar jay. I look down at my feet and I see two dogs snoring peacefully, their lives clearly filled with all things that make them content. From upstairs and down I hear the sounds of my little flock of parrots, senegals, cockatoo and conure. I get ready to go to Bird TLC to cut up smelly salmon for deserving eagles and ospreys and to defrost little mice for the owls.
All is right with my world as another
The real question is….

… how I could possibly be related to the woman in this picture. Her idea of heaven – heat and a beach, even if she has to travel all the way to Laguna Nigel to find her bliss. My idea of hell – heat and a beach and so I hunker down in Anchorage with the temperature a balmy 3 degrees above zero. And yet our mother insisted we were actual siblings. And we won’t even go into what my brother is muttering under his breath about the snow storm that hit the East Coast this weekend. To say he
Who is really responsible for Randy’s death?
So Randy Beaver’s dad Vincent is suing the state over his son’s death. He apparently feels they were negligent when they placed him in foster care with a young female relative.
According to the report in Alaska Dispatch, Randy and his four siblings lived with a variety of relatives in multiple communities but at no point do they seem to have been living with either their mother or father. So one must ask, where were mom and dad and what were they doing that was more important than raising their children in a safe and sober home?
A quick check
Here’s what I don’t understand
All those commercials running on TV now claiming that this country can’t afford health care for its residents and begging people to call their senators and stop racking up gabillions in debt never mention that the three wars we are fighting are also putting us into debt. Not only that, but most of the money we have spent on “reconstructing” Iraq after choosing to destroy it for no valid reason in a war of choice is simply missing… unaccounted for or in projects that fall down as the last nail is hammered in. But no one seems to think it
Now here’s the holiday spirit
This is a note I received after my Wednesday column in the Anchorage Daily News. This is what I’m talking about when I speak about the holiday spirit year round.
Ms. Patkotak, I thoroughly enjoyed your article on “Spreading Goodwill..” and shared it with my staff. In the true spirit of Christmas this year as well, we are excited to help those who are in need by offering a Free Dental Clinic to those who are in pain and discomfort and can’t afford their dental emergency because they are out of work and have no Dental Benefits. Being a service
Seriously
I love Bing Crosby on a lot of levels. I would love him even more if I didn’t have to listen to him incessantly singing about a White Christmas starting about Nov. 1 of each year.
Am I really the only one for whom the constant Christmas music is starting just a little too early each year to be as special as it should be? Is there no creativity left in radio programming so that the only response they have to filling air time is playing Wayne Newton watching mommy kissing Santa Claus starting way too soon after Labor Day?
A brief update for our gal, Temporary Sal
Well, it’s apparently official. Our gal Temporary Sal will be returning to the place where it all began to do a book signing at Elmendorf. And no, don’t bother getting all gussied up. It’s closed to the general public. Yep, when Temporary Sal waves goodbye to us common folk, she really means goodbye.
But since I believe that in her heart she’s still just that little belle from Wasilla who stole our hearts and trust a scant few years ago, I also believe that she is probably still at least vaguely interested in what’s been happening in Alaska since she’s
One too many Q-tips
I bought a box of Q-tips from Costco when I first moved to Anchorage ten years ago. Then I forgot that I did that and bought another box of Q-tips from Costco. Let there be no doubt in your mind that two boxes of Q-tips from Costco equate to more Q-tips than most families will use in a lifetime.
It occurs to me that when I die, the most valuable thing I will leave to my heirs is my stash of Q-tips. Please don’t fight over them. There’s more than enough to go around.
Just saw today’s page
In case there is any doubt in anyone’s mind, I don’t have the faintest idea how to move the poster to the other side of the page. Sorry about that.
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