An Anchorage summer

It’s rainy and cold.  I’ve actually had to turn the heat on at least once a day because the downstairs birds have their little parkas on which I take as a hint that they’re cold.  This is the coldest summer I’ve encountered since I moved here. Much more of what I was looking for than those wimp warm summers of the past few years.  Of course, when my sister and her friends arrive, they might have a different attitude about that.

Meanwhile, will the person who put all the halibut in my freezer while I was out please identify themselves.  It was a nice surprise and my sister and friends will enjoy it. I’d just like to know who to thank.