Elise Sereni Patkotak

Let me say how very nice it was to watch Chelsea Clinton get married before having a baby, without selling her story to US magazine or any of its fellow travelers. Let me say how much the Clinton’s personify a family in that they have stuck together through thick and thin and made their commitment to each other and their daughter the paramount moment in their life.  Here’s a… oh dear lord! liberal… family whose daughter didn’t do drugs or drink or get caught up in any party scene. She got her college education, got her master’s degree, held a

Between her diabetes and old age, her body continually betrays her. She will start up the stairs from the office at 5 PM knowing that dinner is at the other end of her climb. She will bound up the first step and then fall. She will pick herself up with as much grace as possible and then plod dutifully up the rest of the stairs, carefully taking one at a time.

Her heart is still young. The puppy lives within her. But her body remains a continual reminder that time is passing.

If my fantasy could come true of an actual person coming into my bed at night it would be George Clooney. Not any character he’s ever played, but the man himself. He seems so sweet and caring and funny. You know a night with him would be wonderful.

But if my fantasy were to come true about a night of wild and unbridled passion, then it would be Tony Stark coming to my bed. Not Robert Downey, Jr. but the character he created. Because while I feel that Mr. Downey is probably the most brilliant actor of his generation –

I was driving down a beautiful section of town recently and saw a woman on the path next to the road who was roller blading while pushing her baby’s carriage and speaking on her cell phone at the same time. And I had to wonder if she was actually able to enjoy the brief moment of sunshine Anchorage was having or the sensation of the wind blowing in her face while she pushed her baby and listened to the newly hatched birds chirping for dinner from their parents.

Why have we seemingly lost the ability to simply enjoy the moment

I realize that most people who work for city and state government are probably very nice and relatively intelligent. After all, I was a bureaucrat once and I didn’t check my brains in at the door.  Well, at least I didn’t do that everyday.

But as I am slowly but surely being strangled by a ring of multiple roundabouts, all of which have been planned by the city to be within twenty feet of my front door, I have to wonder whatever happened to the concept of a traffic light.

You old folks out there remember them, right?  They had

Isn’t there some level on which Rex Butler (head of Team Levi) should feel ashamed of his current occupation?

Oh how I long for a night’s sleep from my youth, uninterrupted by trips to the bathroom or simply waking up at 2 AM unable to go back to sleep but equally unable to do anything actually constructive beyond reading something I will likely not remember in the morning.

So it’s late in the afternoon and I’m at that stage in the day where each of my downstairs birds gets to come out of their cage and come into the office to visit with me while I work. Only I decided I could no longer resist reading my Best Friends magazine that had come in the mail over a week ago and was just waiting for me with its great stories.

So I put Wilson on the chair back which is carefully covered in a towel, put my feet up on the desk and read the issue from cover

There was a brief moment in time where I thought I’d give credit to the Tea Party movement for at least bringing new issues to the table instead of the same old crap we keep hearing from the Dems and Reps. But then they appeared here in Alaska and refused to refudiate their former head in California who wrote that horrible racist rant on the Internet. I mean, how hard is it to say that was way beyond just a mis-judgement in taste and something that seemed like a throwback to the era of the KuKluxKlan. But the Tea Party

Why does Blondie always have to pick the darkest corner in the darkest spot of the hallway right in front of the door leading to the garage for her morning nap? And why, after all these years, do I still forget she’s there and trip over her?