I'm excitedly awaiting the arrival of a friend from Juneau. I haven't seen Laurie since her wedding in Kodiak last December but we go way back. She helped with my kids when I went fishing in 1979. Then she became of valued crew on my boat. We both had baby girls in 1989 and lived together in the late nineties, both negotiating divorces. I recall 20 years ago at the home birth of Laurie's second daughter, Katie, I made matza ball soup with the Thanksgiving turkey leftovers so I am doing the same today after absconding with the turkey carcase from Steve and Terri's.
While the carcase simmers, I bike to the P.O. Dressing for the rain in gore-tex pants, raincoat, and waterproof gloves, I don't let the 41 degree temperature discourage me and am rewarded as I peddle home and sunbeams light up a distant Cape Blanco and snow patches sparkle from the hilltop meadows on Humbug and the coast range.
Cape Blanco is the western most point in the continental U.S.
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| Andrew Barron's snow in the cryptemeria |
After a snow day, which melted as the flakes hit the ground, Thanksgiving was sunny and pleasant. I used the hydraulic splitter on a cord of fir to justify eating a huge meal.
I can live without a man and a boat. I can't live without hydraulics.
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| Thanks Andrew! He took much better photos than me on Thanksgiving. |
Terri sat 27 of us for Thanksgiving. We stuffed ourselves then played Taboo and Gestures.
Yesterday I put the last coat of finish on my drawers and replaced the handles. They look great! I feel like the house is finally finished.
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