I think that pretty much sums up my attitude towards clothes and shopping. I am writing this note even as I should be putting a bra on in preparation for meeting Aubie at Value Village where she will attempt to outfit me with something to wear to the many graduations and weddings coming up in my near future. Aubie is patient and gentle about this and yet I still want to run sobbing from the store. What’s wrong with clean jeans and a tasteful T-shirt? Why does clothing have to be so complicated? and uncomfortable? and generally icky?
So much concern, so little solution
Seems my column on the young man in Anchorage who killed a father of three with his car while being chased by police has really hit a sore spot. I’ve been fielding calls and e-mails since it appeared. People wonder what to do and I have to admit that after over 20 years in the field, I haven’t a clue. My solutions are mostly unconstitutional and involve forced sterilization and no second chances on getting kids back. I think the solutions would work but would wreak more havoc with our constitutional guarantees than the current administration has managed to do
Sucked like a vacuum cleaner
As much as I love Barrow, I must admit that my body doesn’t so much. Just being in the cold dry air sucks every bit of moisture from my body so quickly you can hear the whooshing sound if you are anywhere near me. My hands feel like dried out old leather. I put about half a jar of conditioner on my hair and it barely looks alive. I’ve shrunk half a size from moisture loss alone. Well, hey, now there’s a positive spin on it. Diet by dehydration. I could make millions if I could just build a dehydrator
I’m back
As always, leaving Barrow is hard. It was 50 below with windchill and I felt SOOOO at home in that. The ocean ice was brilliantly white, the tundra seamlessly melted into it, the air was frigid, the people were warm…really, what’s not to like. No wonder I made it my home for almost 30 years. And my little Greta has grown up into such a wonderful young lady. Instead of me driving her around, she drove me around. I borrowed her car and she cooked dinner. WOW. LIfe really does have some great and unexpected rewards.
A family tragedy
The story is one we are all sadly familiar with at this point. Man steals truck, races madly through streets full of traffic, runs a red light and kills a father of three. A tragic story with tragic consequences that leaves behind unbelievable pain and loss.
So it was with some interest that I read the lead story in the Anchorage Daily News on February 26 about this man, Kris Felber. And when I was done, I put my paper down and wondered why anyone ever thought he had a snowball’s chance in hell of his life turning out any
I leave for Barrow tomorrow
Going home for a few days. Back to Barrow where winter knows how to be winter. Back to the arctic air that invigorates me in ways I can’t fully explain. It’s like I’m breathing right again when I get my first hit of that cold air. My animals will be with my regular housesitter who treats them so well. All of us who own animals probably have a person like this, a person we trust our precious creatures to who cares for them in our absence so that we don’t have to worry and can just enjoy ourselves. Over the
Is this a sign of the day to come
It’s 10 AM. I’ve already spilled a bowl full of birdie kibble upstairs. Came down to deal with the foster birds, tripped and upended some nasty looking water on the floor. I wrote a long e-mail only to be disconnected by my computer or my e-mail provider before I hit the send button.I hope this is not a sign of things to come today. I think I’ll go get a latte and try to calm down and contemplate life on a different plane…say, one headed for England.
An unexpected benefit
Well, here’s an unexpected benefit to my website. I get lots of comments from people that are just fun to read…even if some of them are friends who are even weirder than I am….and you know who I’m talking about, Jim.
I gave in and joined the online world
So I have reluctantly been dragged into the last frontier on the Internet. At least, this is the last frontier for me. If I go any further, I’m pretty sure my head will explode. Either that, or I’ll have to deliberately forget all the lines of “The Raven” that I so painstakingly memorized in my dorky youth in order to make room for more codes and passwords and access numbers and online names.
The good news, of course, is that I can now never forget my great-grandmother’s maiden name because if I do I will forever be locked out of
I have become my father
I have become my father. I found myself sitting at the computer planning meals almost a month in advance with one of my lunch buddies. I can picture my father sitting in the living room after dinner asking my mother what she wanted for dinner the next night and her look of exasperation at the idea that she already needed to be planning the next meal when the one she just ate had not yet been digested.