My sister asked about shopping for Alaskan antiques. I asked her what she thought all those things under blue tarps on people’s front lawns were? We SAVE our antiques, sure that there is a future in which we will need a twenty year old carburator from a car that is no longer made.
Touring Alaska
My sister travels at about 948 mph. And that’s while she’s on vacation. I travel at about 4 mph on a good day. That we are able to travel together at all is a tribute to the strong bond we have.
She came back to Alaska again this year for some more exploration of the state bringing her friend Janet, which has helped in two ways. One, I had someone to pass the baton to when I collapsed from exhaustion trying to keep up with her and two, Janet is a shopper like Judy and they both did their best
And the verdict on Flattop is….
The good news is I am now healthy enough, and in good enough shape, to climb Flattop, albeit very slowly. Yea gastric bypass and Curves.�The bad news is that no one with a fear of heights should do this, Going up is not the problem. Coming down is. I made it about halfway, turned around and looked back, got dizzy and hurried back to the parking lot travelling a good deal of the way on my ass.
My sister
My sister goes at 948 mph. I go at 4. You do the math.
Seeing Alaska
It’s funny how you can get so used to Alaska’s beauty that you don’t even notice and then you take a first time visitor around the state and everything suddenly stands out in bright new colors and you realize that you really wouldn’t want to live anywhere else in the world.
Numb ass anyone?
I wonder if my ass will ever stop being numb after all the driving we’ve done this week. First to Vadez, then to the Bridge to Nowhere in Cordova (the first and original bridget to nowhere as opposed to the new ones taxpayers will be building for us), then back to Anchorage and now off to Homer. The numbness is spreading up my back. What a weird feeling.
Off to Homer
I’m off with my company to Homer and Seldovia today. The birds and dog look at me with a scary glare to their eyes as I bring my bag from my room. They know my departure means the return of THE BOY, who takes very good care of them indeed but they feel no one quite knows their unique needs like mom does.
Off to Flattop
If I never write another blog it will be because I fell off Flattop in my first attempt to climb it. Somebody please make sure the birds and dog get fed so that they don’t haunt me in whatever heaven/hell I might go to.
Gang violence leads to collateral damage
So what can be said about the recent gunfights in our streets that hasn’t already been said? What can be written that would help the situation that leaders of the community groups most affected haven’t already expressed? Not a heck of a lot.
So why write another column about the gunfire? Why focus again on the negative? Why not write something positive about kids doing good things in our town? It’s not that hard to find them. There are few volunteer organizations in our city that don’t have some.
It would seem that we need to revisit this violence again
For my birds
Do you miss me while I’m on this road trip? If your food is there on time, does it even matter? Are you torturing the dog because there is no one there to say, “Bad birds” when you call him and he thinks it’s me and he tries to find me in the house? Are you shredding and pooping on everything in sight to express your displeasure in the fact that your routine has been disrupted even though Nick gives you a lot of love and attention? These are the thoughts of a mother who leaves her four parrots and