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
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
The life of a bird owner
Here’s how you know you are over the top as a bird owner. Your birds make screeching sounds that pierce eardrums and make all civilized conversation impossible while you have company visiting and all you can do is smile and exclaim what superior creatures they truly are while your guests hurl themselves down the stairs in a frantic attempt to get away from the noise.
The plants made it through at least today
With a little prayer, a little sun and a lot of stakes holding them up, my plants made it through till my company arrived. A quick glance at my front lawn seems to indicate they gave up the ghost immediately afterwards.