I know, what are the odds that I would be on a third medevac flight for a bike accident? This time it was to Anchorage's Providence Hospital rather than Harborview in Seattle, and it wasn't family, rather a friend who is like family. My neighbor Linnus the art teacher collided with a car in the alley behind the school parking lot on her way home from work Thursday and badly broke her lower leg. It's a good thing she is very private and banned social media for the week as the early news was scary and worrisome.
Last week's election now has results. Tresham took 19 of the absentee and question ballots last night and Jerry had 7. (They had been tied 411-411 before the count.) So Tresham is the new assembly member. Congratulations! Also, the assembly voted to reconsider the majorly offensive minor offenses ordinance and sent it back to committee. How about that? Thank you to Joanne for reconsidering her vote and allowing that to happen.
Regular readers may be interested to see what happened when I edited the blog Hunting 101 for the Alaska Dispatch News We Alaskans Sunday magazine. I only had a day to do it, and I liked the tone of the blog, but it was, well, bloggy. Informal, written in one take.
Can you tell I'm leaving for a few days and want to be sure to keep you updated on all things large and small?
To help celebrate Alaska Book Week I will be in Anchorage at Barnes and Noble 6-8 Thursday night. I hope I'm reading from Find the Good, but it may just be a signing-- ( I guess I am living in the moment...) See you there? Time to walk Pearl and pack!
When I showed a friend a picture of the last pile of white packages on my table, and said that our moose is now all wrapped and the freezer, he deadpanned that it didn’t look like a wrapped moose. Chip and the kids did most the work—trimming meat off the bone, and fat, tendons, and stringy fascia from the roasts. The weather was so nice that the bulk of the butchering was done outside, on a table made from sawhorses and a recycled sheet of plywood in the driveway and truck tailgates.
"The search is the meaning, the search for beauty, love, kindness and restoration in this difficult, wired and messy era of ours. The miracle is that we are here, no matter how undone we've been the night before, we wake up every morning and are still here. It is phenomenal just to be."
--- Anne Lamott from her book, "Stitches"
The sky has cleared and there's frost on the rose hips and it promises to be a lovely evening to hang out downtown for the First Friday arts celebration, and there's a ton happening. 5-7 the KHNS annual meeting and art print show is at the museum.