July 28, 2010, Wasilla, Alaska: Bundled up in a semi-rainproof jacket and hat, I just returned from a walk in the cold November rain. Most neighbor's fireplaces were in full use, while one man in a jacket and shorts and smoking a cigarette was mowing his weeds with his lawnmower. Hard to believe, Denali National Park closes for the winter in just over six weeks.
A lot of people seem to create/self-inflict a lot of stress in their own lives, and that’s based on how they perceive situations. In that regard I like this quote by Broncos backup quarterback Kevin Hogan:
“Control what I can control and move on from there.”
Dateline: July 27, 2010, Wasilla, Alaska.
“It looks like she passed away around 4:30,” Al said, holding his neighbor’s just-deceased cat, and looking at the clock on the wall.
“No,” Neighbor #1 replies, wiping her eyes with her kleenex. “That clock doesn’t work. It’s almost 8:30.”
“Oh,” says Al, looking out the window of the second-floor apartment and seeing what appears to be afternoon light in the treetops. Funny how the Alaskan summer sun still throws the perception of time out of balance.
“Can you give us a ride to the hospital? My wife just cut her finger open,” yells unemployed car-less Neighbor #2, suddenly appearing at the open front door. His wife screams from somewhere down below. Neighbor #3, a former police deputy, instinctively gets up to help, but Neighbor #4 says, “I’ve got this one,” and hops off the couch and out the door behind #2. He looks comfortable in his shorts and t-shirt in the mid-40s temperature, as Al shivers.
As they run out the door, Neighbor #5, just home from her job at Carr’s, stands in the doorway, looks around, sees three neighbors and a dead cat in the apartment next to hers, and doesn’t seem to know what she should say or do ...
I just saw this “Prayer of Saint Francis” in a collection of photos from a church in Santa Fe, New Mexico, and it reminds me of the creed of a superhero. :)
I just received notice that the Apple Store in Anchorage, Alaska has reopened. Might be time to move back, although I have no idea what “all the new Today” means. :)
This week in mast cell disease (MCAS) included temporary kidney shutdown on Wednesday (swollen feet and ankles), insane migraine Thursday, fake heart attack Friday, and hives on Saturday. I used to think it was going to kill me, but now I think it’s just here to torture me.
Back on July 20, 2010, I found this little chalet while walking in a small neighborhood in Wasilla, Alaska. I remember really liking the A-frame style, and also the 1-car, 1-snowmobile (snowmachine) garage. Although looking at it now, it appears there’s no simple way to pull straight in and out of the garage.
A friend of a friend posted this false image on her Facebook page, and several people responded with profane comments about AOC. Finally someone else who actually put some thought into it posted this Snopes page showing that AOC never said anything like this. The fact is, the entire commentary was fabricated. Per Snopes:
“The source of the fabricated article, Taters Gonna Tate, is part of a network of sites and social media accounts operated by Christopher Blair, who produces a high volume of junk news and misinformation, much of it inflammatory, which he presents as ‘satire.’”
The sad thing is that some people don’t think, and they seem to want to believe propaganda like this. Two things are going through my mind after seeing this racism and hatred. First, we really need to focus on the state of education in the United States, both IQ and EQ. Second, I think a lot of people have pent-up anger because no matter how hard they work, they don’t have much money, because in America the rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer, and the middle class is disappearing.
Sadly, this tweet about the president, sexual assault, concentration camps, racism, and the state of America in 2019 is all too accurate.
I guess I still don’t understand women.
This morning one of my doctors kept saying, “Is there anything else you’d like to ask me?”
After the third time she asked that question I thought, “I’ve seen this in the movies, I know what she’s really asking,” so I replied, “Do you want to come over and bake some cookies?”
Everything after that was a blur ... I think she said, “What?”, and then I think I said, “What??” ... now I don’t know if I need a new doctor or some cookie dough.
~ a Facebook post from July 15, 2014