I discovered a bag of bird seed last month that may or may not have been a little old. The fact that I “discovered” it in a little viewed section of a box was enough to convince me that I shouldn’t attempt to feed it to my parrots. However, I figured it shouldn’t have to go to waste so I dumped it in a corner of my yard where the dirt had long ago won the battle with any grass that might have thought it wanted to grow there. That way, the wild birds could pick through it and have
Yes, I’m going to brag again
Here’s little Joe at six months. Do they get any cuter? (And in case there is any doubt in your mind, the answer to that question is no.)
Food
I have company this week so I actually went out and did food shopping for a family situation. I left the store wondering how anyone could afford to feed a family. And forget it if teenage boys are involved. You’d have to mortgage the house to keep them full.
Dear god, please…
… let the weather in Dutch Harbor be good so that planes can get out and my friend Janis can get in to Anchorage. I’d hate to think of her trying to run all the way from Dutch to here. She hasn’t done marathons in years. I don’t think she’d make it.
Is it just me?
Or does it seem that life only has two speeds anymore… I’m either relaxed with just a few projects in front of me or I am at full speed with the dogs biting my butt. Why can’t I ever find the happy middle? Oh well, it’s Saturday and I don’t have to care until Monday… oh yeah, I guess I have to come up with a column idea by then. Damn. There goes the relaxing weekend.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
I can be gone for one day or three days or three weeks and the reaction is the same. My dogs superglue themselves to my legs when I return and I risk broken limbs falling over them every time I move. Not only won’t they leave me, they sit in front of me staring while I work as though they are afraid if they blink, I’ll be gone again. They really need to get a life.
Dutch Harbor
So here’s the thing. You may be able to see Russia from Wasilla, but you really can’t see Alaska from Anchorage. This is not to disparage the beauty that surrounds Anchorage. Or to take a cheap shot at the ugliness that pervades so much of our fair city due to the absence of any credible attempt to keep strip malls and tire shops and residential neighborhoods and dump sites (which some may call their front yard) from co-existing in uneasy harmony. No, this is to say more about how vast, beautiful and wonderful our state is and how easy it
I’m back!
Dutch Harbor is a great place to visit. But after two days of no planes and trying to get out to meet some obligations here in Anchorage, I have to say I am thrilled to be home… even though I didn’t get in until midnight last night and, as everyone knows who knows me, my brain turns mushy sometime after 9 PM. The dogs and birds were appropriately happy to see me, though Blue spent most of her time standing in front of the treat drawer and trying to look pathetic.
Why?
What has Levi Johnston done to deserve one iota of media attention except for accidentally knocking up a 17 year old girl? And why do I have to see his face staring out at me from supposedly serious publications. Dear lord, make it stop!
Hunker down, Anchorage
The legislature meets today in Anchorage. Parents – keep your children safe and far away from the often absurd and insane sight of democracy in action so that they will still have some desire to participate when they grow up and are old enough to better understand that as insane as this process is, it beats the alternative.