Scribblings

Spoken by my godchild to her father on Mother’s Day about her two sons. “I have to go now. Rhodes just threw up on Noah.”

Motherhood… the second oldest profession.

Please god, let Joe Miller run as an Independent in the fall senate race. Please.

Summer is here after barely a winter and nary a spring. Guess I have to stop waiting for the final snow fall of the season and go buy flowers to plant. Sigh. I hate dirt. But I will gird my loins… as soon as I figure out where they are… and do my bit to make Anchorage a little prettier by planting flowers in my front yard. First mosquito I see and all bets are off!!

Lots of moms in my life but none are my mom or any of the substitute moms who were so instrumental in getting me through both life and my complicated relationship with my mother. So I’m spending the day at the Eagle River Nature Center with my education crow Kodi and the most wonderful golden eagle in the world, Denali. Oh yeah, and Denali’s mom MaryBethe. I expect when I get home my dogs and birds will have the entire house cleaned and a wonderful meal waiting for me… god, I have to stop being delusional at some point in

Went on the 26 Glacier Cruise out of Whittier. It was a disaster. Engine kicked out. Couldn’t do much of anything promised. Docked a distance from where the cars were parked. Missed the 6 PM tunnel opening and had to wait for the 7. Turned out to be a long, boring and frustrating day.

Called the company today to see what they were offering to compensate for all the problems. Without hesitation they offered a full refund… not a chit for a future trip, not a partial refund because we did see some glaciers and had lunch and saw otters…

I want to believe in the death penalty. Especially for horrible murders where someone was made to suffer unbearably or a child had his or her innocence forever destroyed. I want to hate someone enough to enjoy having my government kill them in my name. And yet I can’t. Damn those nuns! Teaching me that Jesus required love, mercy and forgiveness. What were they thinking?

Let me make it perfectly clear to whatever deity that might be listening… I did NOT move to Alaska to get a tan, hang out on the beach in a bathing suit or sit on my porch and grab some rays while mosquitoes ate me alive. So let’s cut the crap and turn the temperature down outside. And do it fast. My normally jovial personality is quickly deserting me.

Killed the first mosquito of the season in my office the other day. The gates of hell have clearly opened and we are now merely blood vessels from which the hellish shall drink.

And yeah, I smacked the crap out of that mosquito and took great pleasure in so doing.

Like the first robin of spring in the lower 48, the first relative to arrive in Anchorage proclaims the end of the winter and the beginning of our own personal tourist season. I’m grateful to the family that have come to visit. Were it not for them, i would not have had the incentive to see half as much of the state as I have. (That’s known as looking on the bright side of things!)