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Holly
Recently, I wrote about our dog, Holly, her losing a leg to cancer, and her amazing ability to bounce back and get on with life as if nothing was amiss. She was her happy self, smiling, I swear, as she bound across the yard or played mama to a friend’s high-energy pup. Unfortunately, things took a bad turn, as these things tend to do.
Less than a week ago, Holly began having trouble standing. She could do it, but you could see there was something going on. Then she had trouble with the three stairs leading up to our house. Within days, she couldn’t walk, couldn’t even stand on her own.
My husband had to leave on a research cruise–out of town and out of reliable communication range. I was on my own. We’d discussed the inevitable, but our vet was in his other location, and there was no one else in town to turn to when the time came. I prayed Holly could hold on until Hubby got back.
Then it got to the point where I had to lift Holly to bring her outside and stand there holding her up, encouraging her to relieve herself. Her brown eyes asked why I was encroaching on her “private business” yet she seemed grateful for my touch and support. I’d haul her back inside, lay her down on her bedding and we’d collapse, both of us exhausted and frustrated and unhappy. So unhappy. She deserved more than relying on me to get her outside. She deserved to be freed from the pain that made her shake and whimper, even when lying still.
I called my husband yesterday morning, Friday, leaving a message that Holly was in very bad shape, that the vet wasn’t available, that no one was, that I was at a loss for what to do. I had kids and other animals to tend. How was I supposed to give our furry friend a peaceful end to her pain?
I headed into work on the verge of tears, holding it together for my kids. They saw the difficulty Holly was having, and the stress of taking care of her was taking its toll on me as I got short with them. I apologized frequently for my behavior, but I’m not sure it helped.
Friday afternoon, I was done with work and about to go home when one of the office ladies handed me a phone message. One of Hubby’s coworkers had called regarding the dog. I realized Hubby must have called or emailed her and explained the situation, asked for help when I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
At home, I returned the call and spoke to Nancy. Her take-charge attitude and soft voice assured me that there were people to help. That she and her husband could take Holly to Valdez if I wanted. That if I went, Penny and Linee would stay with the girls so they wouldn’t have to go with me or be alone for the day. The ferry schedule was tight, however, arriving at Valdez at 11:45 then returning to Cordova at 1:15. Not a lot of time, but enough if weather didn’t hamper the voyage.
Knowing it was what I had to do, I called the vet in Valdez and explained the situation. He wasn’t normally open on Saturdays, but would come in under the circumstances. I called the ferry terminal here. They assured me that I would have time to run into town at Valdez, take care of Holly, then make it back onto the ferry for the return trip. The crew would be made aware of my situation and I wouldn’t miss the boat.
It was settled. I looked into Holly’s brown eyes and cried. In my head, I knew this was the best thing for her. In my heart, I knew it was unfair to put her through so much but it hurt, oh it hurt, to think about losing her. When the kids came home from school, we sat on the floor near Holly and I told them what we had to do. We cried. We told stories about getting her and her “Goomba sister” Bailey when the girls were little. How Holly used to jump the five foot fence that surrounded our house in Oregon. How Bailey, much skinnier then, used to follow and we’d chase the dogs through the neighborhood. We laughed and remembered. And we knew we’d never, ever forget.
Last night, we all slept on the living room floor beside Holly. I gave her an extra dose of pain meds to help her rest, knowing the side effects were moot. This morning, Penny came over to help load Holly into the car and stay with the girls for a little while until Linee and her son could keep them company. We all cried again and the girls said their good-byes.
I checked in at the ferry terminal and was once again assured the captain and crew knew what was happening. Monica, the clerk, handed me a little dog treat. “I know how tough this is.” She’s lived her for a while. I’m sure she knew exactly what I was going through, as did all of the wonderful folks who jumped in to help us.
The ferry ride was uneventful. Hubby called to make sure the boat had sailed because the weather had been iffy. He would be out of range again until Sunday and we’d talk again then.
At the Valdez terminal, I was met by a woman named Donna who has worked with Nancy and my husband. She got in my car and showed me how to get to the vet’s office. Valdez isn’t a large town, but it was great to have someone there to lean on.
The vet, Kelly, pulled up just as we did. He carried Holly inside and gently laid her on the floor. We chatted a bit then I filled out some required paperwork. He went into the back and returned with a syringe of yellow liquid. The sedative would relax Holly prior to administration of the drug that would actually stop her heart. I could stay until the very end or leave after the sedative took effect, whatever I felt more comfortable with. I wasn’t sure, and time was an unfortunate factor. He assured me she would feel nothing once the sedative kicked in.
He gave her the shot and Holly laid her head down as I stroked her soft ears. Her eyes were wide open and she looked around at the strange surroundings. I spoke to her, cried some more, told the vet and Donna about some of her antics. After ten minutes, she was still more interested in the clinic than closing her eyes. Not reluctant, just curious about where she was and these two new people—her new friends, because everyone was Holly’s friend. The vet gave her a second shot. Within minutes, her eyes closed and her breathing became regular. No longer quivering or whimpering with pain, no longer looking at me with confusion and frustration in her soft brown eyes. I cried on her big rottie head and whispered my good-byes. “Good puppy.”
I couldn’t bring myself to watch Kelly give her that final injection, the one that would stop Holly’s heart. I wanted to remember her in a peaceful sleep, perhaps dreaming of chasing squirrels or licking the girls’ faces.
Donna, also crying, walked outside with me and we returned to the ferry terminal. She drove and waited with me until it was time to load. Here was a woman I’d never met before, who knew my husband just a little, but was willing to go through almost as much emotional stress because of the commonality of our love for our animals. We said good-bye and I told Donna she and her husband had to visit us under more cheerful circumstances. I hope she takes me up on it.
I’m so grateful to all the people who got us through this difficult time, friends old and new, people I’d never met, who made Holly’s passing a little easier.
Returning home with Holly’s collar on the seat beside me, I was exhausted. Only one dog greeted me when I walked in the door. Bailey seemed confused, and looked past me. Where was her sister? I gave her a hug and cried some more.
It’ll be strange not to wake up to Holly’s smiling face or pat her big head when I come home. It’ll seem odd to call only one dog in. I’m sure I’ll call Bailey the wrong name now and again and feel the pang of loss. My girls or I will tear up, and we’ll all hug and sob then remember some funny thing about Holly and feel a little better.
Not much compares to the love and memories generated by our relationships with animals, and despite the pain of losing them we seem compelled to have them in our lives. We gave Holly the best life we could and a peaceful passing. I know she’s somewhere in doggie heaven, smiling, four legs flying as she chases a forest full of squirrels.
Good puppy.
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Shine on Harvest Moon
Autumnal Equinox already?!?! My, how time flies.
We’ve had a couple weeks of glorious days here in the usually soggy Northlands. Daytime temps in the upper 50s (that’s balmy for us) and a nice snap to the air come evening. After a summer soaking, we deserve to dry out a little before the weather returns to normal. Lucky for us, we’ve actually been able to see the bright, bulging moon up here. (The pic isn’t mine, but snagged from Wikkipedia.)
School is in full swing, which means my dance card as a sub is filling up. I don’t have anything scheduled for October yet, but I know something is coming. It always is. But that’s good. As long as I can discipline myself to write in the evenings (not my favorite or more brain-active times) and weekends I should get the WIP done and some contest judging finished in a timely manner.
Oh, Sharron’s visit was a hoot, and over all too soon. Did some hiking, trekked to the glacier (that is, drove. It’s 40 miles away), wandered about in the delta flats and decided (a) it was waaaay too wet for our footwear, and (b) the potential for bears popping up from the alders scared the bejesus out of us. Sharron was around the morning DH bagged a good-sized cow moose, so she got to watch and participate in skinning and hanging. Messy, but man oh man, that moose tastes good!
We did go to Fish Prom, but were so busy yammering with others (Sharron, I haven’t seen *him* since then : ) that we didn’t get much in the way of photos. The outfits were great. Who knew there’d be so much paisley in our small town? We didn’t stick around for the dancing because we had an early morning departure, but it was a fun night.
So as the weather gets cooler and damper, as our lives settle into routine, as I await word on this or that project, I wish you all a bountiful harvest of whatever you have sown.
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Expect the (Un)Expected
I mention the weather a lot because, let’s face it, living Alaska we get a lot of weather. While March might come in like a lion, most of the Nation is starting to see some signs of spring. Winter-dead grass is beginning to perk up. Tree buds might be unclenching in the warmer, longer days. Birds are beginning to show up again.
Here in the semi-frozen north, we got a taste of spring the last two weeks of February. Yes, February. The temps hovered in the low 40s, there were spurts of heavy rain that melted the mountains of snow (nothing that lasted more than a day) and most of the time a gentle wind ruffled our open coats rather than hurricane-force gusts. It was bliss. It was relief.
It didn’t fool any of us.
In the Lower 48, my sister-in-law boasted about changing over her studded tires to her summer treads. Here, we tolerated the load rumble of steel on pavement, perhaps cringed at the damage of a few hundred cars on bare asphalt, but knew better than to think we wouldn’t need the traction again soon enough.
And we were right.
The past three days saw the spring-like warmth in the air obliterated in a white-out of a snow system tearing across the region. Friday was the worse, with blowing snow making the five minute drive to work a nightmare of low visibility. (Yes, we had school. I would have been more surprised if they would have cancelled.) As the day progressed, short bouts of sun one minute gave way to raging, sideways snow the next. This went on all weekend, and we have a fresh, foot-high layer of heavy snow to remind us that March doesn’t just come in like a lion here. It comes in like a hungry, pissy lion.
As much as we appreciated the reprieve, we know winter isn’t over. In fact, chances are good we’ll have snow coming and going into April or even May. But maybe, just maybe, we will have a spring as decent as the taste we got in February.
Like most things in life, you should hope for the best but be prepared for the worse. Some might consider that take to be a bit pessimistic. I prefer to think of it as realistic optimism. Sometimes, even if you’re prepared for the worst, the unexpected just might turn out to be better than you feared : )
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Not So Black Friday
There is no Black Friday here in our little town. Well, maybe there is sort of a greyish Friday, but certainly not one that starts at 5 a.m. And for that I am profoundly grateful. Not that I’d be up that early just to save a few dollars. Even if we lived in a more urbanized area, it wouldn’t happen. When we visited family in larger towns/cities during the Thanksgiving holiday, it didn’t happen. There is no sale, no item I need to get that could possibly justify my getting out of bed in the cold and dark to stand in a large crowd of people crushing me against glass doors or another cranky, coffee-deprived person. Best to just avoid the situation altogether, I say. That’s what the internet’s for, isn’t it?
So it’s a good thing that I live in a town that is not subject to such insanity. Hubby and I will do our version of Black Friday this afternoon. We’ll have been well-rested after a relaxing Thanksgiving meal yesterday, a decent night’s sleep and a couple cups of coffee this morning. Heck, we aren’t even starting out until after lunch. Will we miss any great deals? No. Then again, with the limited shopping in town–and the possibility many shops are closed for the holiday weekend–we probably won’t be finding much today anyway. And that’s fine by me.
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We’re Not All Rogues
Please don’t judge the rest of us in AK by what you read about Sarah Palin and Levi Johnston.
I will admit, I admired Palin enough to consider voting for her to be governor. Yeah, that’s a big deal for a liberal-minded gal like me. But she was a lot more normal then. At least on the surface. And compared to the other candidates during that election? Well, let’s just say she was a breath of fresh air as she spoke of ethics reform and fiscal responsibility. Since then, I promised myself I would research candidates much more thoroughly in the future. Much more.
But then the vice presidential thing and the pregnant daughter thing and the baby daddy becoming some sort of celebrity thing occurred (Can someone please please PLEASE explain to me what Levi Johnston did to earn all this attention?). Palin and Johnston have been splashed across the national scene like poo at a monkey house. There are book deals and pistachio commercials, appearances on Oprah and spreads in Playgirl. They’re dragging the rest of the state along for the ride, whether they mean to or not. Whether we want it or not.
I just want to remind you that there are normal people who live here, too. Folks who work hard, do their jobs, raise families and care about the world around us. Not that Palin and Johnston don’t do those things (though for the life of me, I can’t figure out what Johnston DOES do), but the attention isn’t on their normalcy. Far from it. And there is normalcy here. Despite our living in a more extreme environment, we’re not all rogues. Or celebutants. Or hockey moms. Lip-sticked or otherwise.
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Bear with Me
One of our neighbors is becoming annoying. No, not in a playing his music too loud or letting his dog poo in our yard sense. He (or she?) is rattling our empty garbage cans at night and getting into things in the open bed of a pick up truck.
Yes, our formerly polite black bear is acting like, well, a bear.
When we first moved to this little coastal town in south central Alaska, we knew there were more bears than moose around, completely opposite from our previous location. Both critters can be dangerous, especially when your dopey dog runs up to full grown mama moose and barks in her bulbous nose. Not smart, dog, not smart at all. Both are given space and respect (as much as we can with said dopey dog, at any rate).
We quickly learned there was a neighborhood bear, but never saw much of the bruin. He (we’ll stick with the patriarchal pronoun for now) left piles of berry-seeded poo along the narrow strip of grass that separates our house from a swath of brush and the slope down to a creek. While picking salmon berries (no, they don’t taste like fish), my husband saw his brown nose peek out from some bushes. A stern, “Go away, bear” was enough to scare him off. Our cat was never chased. Our garbage cans were never so much as turned over, let alone debris strewn across the yard.
But things have changed.
Two weeks ago, I was settling down for the night when I heard thumping outside–the telltale sound of a plastic garbage can being abused. Shoot. I knew it wasn’t a neighbor’s dog. Taking up the heavy flashlight from the kitchen counter, I went to the front door and flipped on the porch light. Grateful we, like most Alaskans, have an arctic entry (an area for coats and boots that separates the house proper from the outdoors), I was able to keep the dogs in while I poked my head out the outer door. I could hear the bear bumping into things, and since garbage had been collected that day I knew he wasn’t making a huge mess. But due to the monster piles of wood dear husband had stacked for the winter soon to come, I couldn’t see anything.
“Go away, bear,” I said in my gruffest “dad” voice. The thumping stopped. “Go on, get out of here.”
I listened and waited, the half-glass outer door between me and the bear and flashlight in hand (why I had it, I don’t know. It’s not like I was going to go out there. But its weight felt good in my hand.). After a few moments of no sound, I figured the bear moved away from the house, back up into the brush. Just as I was about to go back in, he lumbered from behind the tall stack of wood into the light. My heart stopped for a second or two then thudded hard in my chest.
“That is one big freakin’ bear,” my brain informed me. Yes, thank you for stating the obvious, brain.
Maybe 200 pounds, he strolled past the porch and glanced up at me behind the laughable protection of the half-glass door. My heavy duty, 2″ diameter, foot long Mag-Lite suddenly seemed like a tube of tin foil. Not that I would have gotten close enough to hit him with it. Not intentionally, anyway. He kept walking and disappeared into the shadows.
The next morning, I warned the kids about our night visitor and made sure the coast was clear before letting the dogs out at night. All had been quiet for the past couple of weeks, except for the distinct whiff of musk the other evening that told us he was still making his rounds. But nothing destructive.
Until last night.
Hubby returned from a week of meetings and shopping in Anchorage at 1 am. He left the groceries and things he purchased in the back of the new, open bed pick up truck he’d transported back via ferry. (The truck is for the science center where he works, the groceries are ours and a co-worker’s.) He had some totes of freezer/refrigerator items, including coffee creamer, butter, cheese and meats, that he left outside rather than put away after a long day. It was cool enough to keep things fresh. Along with that, our pal Penny had purchased three dozen tamales from Taco Loco, a restaurant in Anchorage that she absolutely loves. Hubby transported them back with our stuff so we could store them for her, as Penny was staying in Anchorage for a few more days.
This morning, Hubby let the dogs out and discovered our bear had been back. Despite the presence of approximately 30 pounds of meat and other fat-rich goodies, the bear went for the enticing scent of tamales. And really, who can blame him? He pulled the tarp off the tote, chewed a couple of holes in the plastic, tossed the lid and went to work. Of the three dozen tamales, packaged in a tin foil covered pan, 21 survived. As long as Penny doesn’t mind paw prints on her corn husks, they should still be fine.
Living with wildlife is never boring, but the past few weeks have seen a marked increase in the excitement level around here. In the scheme of things, the loss of a dozen tamales isn’t bad (though Penny might not feel that way). We’ll be temporarily free from our furry neighbor’s antics once he goes into hibernation for the winter. For now, we’ll keep the garbage shut in the shed until pick up day, especially if we have Mexican for dinner.
Olé.
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Summer, We Shall Miss Ye…Sort of
By most of the country’s standards, summer is still in full swing. Even if school has started, there are plenty of hot days and at least one long weekend to go before it’s over. Not here in the Soggy North. School will not start until the 20th (too soon, according to my oldest child), but looking out my window at the blowing rain, listening to the furnace kick on despite the thermometer setting of 63, the carefree days are essentially over.
Over for the kids, anyway. Hehehe. I’ll try not to gloat as I sit in my quiet house, sipping a second or third cup of coffee whilst donned in flannel pajamas. I’ll consider their hectic schedules as I make the difficult decision whether to shower before or after “Regis and Kelly.” I promise not to smirk as they labor over pages and pages of homework while I flip through the latest issue of People. I promise not to do these things because I am a good and kind mother (snerk).
But hey, I’ve done my summer duties. We spent some grand quality time together, had visitors and participated in all kinds of activities, went Outside for ten days to visit family and friends. All in all, it was a very good, fun summer. And now it’s time to get back on schedule, continue focusing on our goals and dreams. If I can do that in my pajamas, so much the better.
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Alaska Adventure Coming to a Close
The Nephew’s visit is almost over. He arrived about three weeks ago from New York with my Mom so he could attend Science Camp here in the Soggy North. During camp, he and my daughter canoed, kayaked, trekked on a glacier and learned a lot about the various ecosystems that thrive in our area. His favorite activity during camp was climbing a wall of ice at the glacier. Scary, but cool (no pun intended : ). In all, according to the two kids, “Camp was epic!” I think that means they liked it a lot.
He spent another week here being very tolerant of my youngest using him as her personal jungle gym and not doing the activities I thought we’d get to do. Rain and the absence of my husband contributed to a somewhat uneventful final week, but he didn’t complain. Didn’t act bored or frustrated.
There was one final adventure. On Tuesday, Nephew and Daughter got to fly in a four-seater float plane from here to Valdez, a town about 45 air minutes away. They were to help demonstrate remote operated vehicles (ROVs) made by kids in the 6th grade (my daughter’s class). The kids built models of vehicles that could maneuver in the water and aid in “oil spill” clean up. The “oil spill,” in the name of environmental safety, was stale popcorn for this demo. The project got the kids’ creative juices flowing regarding engineering and design. It’s amazing what a 12 year old’s mind can come up with and accomplish when they are interested. No two ROVs were alike despite the limitations set by purpose, size and the number of propellers allowed. Very, very cool.
So off they go with Lindsay, the Education Coordinator at the Prince William Sound Science Center, with the intention of returning at 8pm that night. The weather was iffy here, with fog rolling in between the mountains, but flyable. I trust the pilots here, especially if they are older. The saying goes, there are old pilots and there are bold pilots, but there are few old, bold pilots. I like mine to be calm and in control but know when flying is to risky, especially if my kids are aboard. At about 4 or 5pm, I get a call from Lindsay. The weather is worsening where they are and the charter company won’t be able to get in. She, my kids, and two other Science Center folks have to spend the night in Valdez. They’ll catch the ferry at noon Wednesday and return to us at 7pm Wednesday. The kids have no toothbrushes or pajamas; I would not want to be near their breath the next morning. I gave them some money for lunch and dinner, but that’s all. I know Lindsay will take care of them, so I’m not worried. In fact, they had a fabulous time. In a way, I’m glad they got stuck. It’s an adventure they won’t soon forget.
So all in all, with Science Camp and the Valdez Adventure, Nephew has had a pretty decent visit. He’s a good kid (Nice job, sis!) and I’m grateful we were able to spend some time with him.
Tomorrow we head to Anchor-town to begin his return to the Right Coast. My kids and I will accompany Nephew to Seattle. We’ll see him off on his plane and then catch a flight to Spokane to visit the in-laws for ten days. Then school starts a week after we return, Yikes! Summer is winding down, but it’s been a good one.
Change of Plans
The guest post over at The Galaxy Express was a lot of fun. Heather’s Parallel Universe idea during the RWA National Convention brought out a nice array of topics and ideas. Thanks again, Heather! I said I’d post the piece that didn’t make the cut, but two things happened to kill that idea. First, my modem burned out. No Internets for the entire weekend! I don’t know who was more twitchy over the lack of networking, me or my 12 year old. I did slip into the library and checked email once, but I didn’t have the file with me anyway. Then, my mother and nephew arrived. Visiting took precedence over posting. And now, well, I’ve changed my mind about putting the piece up. At least for the time being.
The visit with Mom and Nephew went well. We got out on a few easy hikes, trundled to the glacier 50 miles down the gravel highway for lunch and some awesome calving, and generally enjoyed ourselves. Weather, always a questionable factor here in soggy south central AK, was mostly agreeable. The only downer was our boat breaking. Hubby wanted to take Nephew and our kids out fishing, but not being able to go further than line of sight made it less than enticing. But now Nephew and Daughter #1 are at Science Camp. They are getting plenty of outdoor time, even if it is wet. Yes, after two weeks of relatively dry and pleasant, we have rain. Lots and lots of rain.
The weather has also affected Hubby. He is overseeing a big research event, coordinating scientists from several universities and such on three different boats that should be out in the Sound running instruments and gathering data.
At least that was the plan. He was supposed to leave Monday afternoon, but a winter storm-type weather system roared into the area. Thirty to thirty-five knot winds have grown to 40-45, with rain increasing. Two of the boats had already left and are anchored in the lee of islands somewhere in the Sound, waiting for a break in the weather to get a little work done. Hope they brought a deck of cards.
Hubby and the two science dudes he was working with came back to our house last night for dinner and more comfortable accommodations than sleeping on the boat. They had managed to get a little data, but not nearly as much as they were hoping for. They are going back out today, but the weather is getting worse, so they won’t go far and will be back in port this afternoon. We’ll have them eat and sleep here and hope they can get out Wednesday. And not lose a $100K science instrument in crappy seas.
While they are anxious about getting the work done, they are philosophical about conditions. The weather is what it is. You can bitch, but that won’t help or change it. Just do what you can with what you have available, try to take advantage of small windows of opportunity, and be glad you can come back to a warm bed and a hot meal even when things have gone awry.
It’s an attitude I think we need to have more often, for all occasions.
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July? Already???
Yikes! What happened to the latter half of June? My kids have been out of school since May 21 and it feels like we’ve hardly done a thing. One attended a week-long science day camp, the other went to girl scout camp, and we’ve gotten out on the boat a few times (fishing, but not catching), but generally we’ve been lay-abouts. Which is nice and all, but still, I feel a little sluggish compared to how quickly the month flew by. This last half before school starts in late August will probably whip by as well, but we have a busier schedule.
First up is the local Fourth of July extravaganza, complete with kids’ activities and a barbeque. Everyone comes. There won’t be fireworks, however. What, you say, no fireworks??? What’s 4th of July without fireworks? Well, considering it doesn’t get dark until nearly midnight in the summer, a public fireworks display is tough. There will be plenty of noise-making fireworks, I’m sure, but not the pretty ooh-ahhh light up the sky types. Or if there are any planned, I won’t be watching them. New Year’s Eve is the time for pretty fireworks displays in the North.
The week after the 4th, my mother and nephew will be coming from New York for a visit. Mom will stay a week before having to return, but my nephew will remain here. We’ll take them to the glacier and hopefully get out on the boat. Nephew will go to science camp with our oldest then stay another week for fun. We’ll travel with him to Seattle, see him off to his NY-bound plane then my kids and I will head to Spokane to visit the in-laws. Poor hubby has to stay home to work, take care of the critters, and prep for a 3 or 4 week research cruise off Hawaii that leaves the day after we return. Yeah, rough life.
After Spokane we’ll have a week or so before school starts up. Whew! How time flies. Like the hormones here in our house (DD#1 is 12 1/2, DD#2 is 9 and just hitting those pre-pubescent waves). No wonder hubby isn’t turning down the chance to be gone for weeks at a time.
But it’s been a good summer so far. Even the weather has been mostly cooperative–in the 60’s and low 70’s, no days and days of torrential rain but real sun. Often more than two days in a row! Crazy balmy, I know!
So how’s summer in your neck of the woods?
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