Most parents call or email their children to catch up, see how things are going, share information about their lives. Not mine. My dad calls or emails, or both, to let me know that I haven't updated the blog. Since I write exactly how I talk, it leaves me wondering if reading the blog is the less annoying way to keep current on all things happening in my world. Hmmm...food for thought, indeed.
Last week was busy with the addition of little Cash. He's definitely mucked up all of our schedules, but in a good way, of course. I survive on little sleep anyway, being a night owl my entire life has prepped me for him. It's my morning schedule that's taken the biggest hit. He's unpredictable, and has the attention span of an acorn, which makes it difficult to get anything done in a timely manner. Except eating. Just put a plate of food in front of that boy, and be sure to keep any apendages away. If a finger was to fall into the bowl, I can assure you your chances of getting it back will be slim.
I brought both Ches and Cash with me to work a couple days last week. It's fun to have them here, but it's also chaos. Ches is a great listener, and an easy dog. Cash is too, when he's sleeping. LOL. I'm not sure how long I'll be able to continue handling his naughtiness at work, so I'm hoping he's growing fast enough that his little bladder can handle his kennel for 5.5 hours a day. We'll see, I guess.
Friday night we decided to lay low in preparation for the busy weekend ahead. It seems that we haven't had plans on a weekend for eternity, and then got pounded this weekend. Not that I'm complaining, mind you, I've always been much more social than Brent is. He would truly be happy to sit home, by himself all day, night and weekend. Me, not-so-much. I guess I'm just a little higher maintenance than he is. Either that or I'm boring. Nope, that can't be it. Definitely not boring. Ha!
Saturday morning Brent and Ches got up bright and early. As usual. They headed out to do a little scouting, rabbit sight-seeing. Since the little guy had been put into bed with me, I rose much earlier than usual as well. We bundled up when Brent and Ches got home, to go for a drive out to Meadows Road. I know, you must think how incredibly boring, but I assure you it's changing all the time, and that's precisely why we headed out there. The snow is nearly gone. Two weeks ago it was laden in white crystally frost and snow, now, dry parched looking branches peek out of small mounds of dirty snow. Amazing.
Once we were home I did some laundry, made a dessert for Saturday evening, made some lunch and got ready for the day ahead. We needed to run a few errands before we headed to a friend's daughters birthday party, so we headed out a bit early.
When we had browsed to our heart's content, and partied with a room full of 5-10 year old's we headed home for a much needed nap. I whipped out another load of laundry, gotta make hay while the sun shines, right? And prepared for the evening ahead.
I was invited by a friend to attend another friend's girl's night with her. I'm always nervous meeting new people, and I know this is hard to believe, but I'm shy, until I get to know you, just a little bit. Despite my nervousness, I was very excited. It turned out to be a great evening. Have I told you about these Alaskan women? How they do EVERYTHING? Yes, and I mean everything. They really put me to shame. They cook, bake, sew and build a house, all while nursing a baby. We had a wonderful assortment of pizzas. Sausage and sauerkraut (which was suprisingly fantastic), halibut pizza, artichoke pizza, Dad's creation pizza, and then the desserts. Good heavens. Fantastic. And the company and movie (of the hostesses marathon- made by the hostess- see what I'm saying??) was even better.
Sunday morning we rose and packed up to head out ice fishing on Boleo Lake, near Delta. We rented a fish house for a day, and it was a gorgeous day to be out there. As we were driving down Meadows Road (yes, again) headed towards the lake, a moose ran in front of Brent's vehicle. As he passed the hubby noticed his chewed up hind quarter. Looks like someone was trying to make ceviche out of the poor guy. But he escaped, with just a little bit of tenderizing.
As we were unloading the vehicles and taking our first, tentative steps onto the lake, you could hear the ice popping, groaning and shifting. I was about half way between shore and the ice house when the ice gave off such a loud and disturbing groan, that I shot back to shore. Yes, this should be embarassing information, but we have had warmer-than-usual temps, and for the record the dog skeddadled with me. Thank-you-very-much.
After a little coaxing, and maybe a threat or two from my hubby, I ventured back out onto the ice. I deposited all things fishing and ice related and headed back to shore for the little guy. He's a little tentative yet. As I was gently calling his name and whistling, coyotes (or perhaps wolves) started to howl on both sides of the lake. Poor little guy took off for the ice house, and never looked back. Ches ran for shore, I'm thinking she was thinking they sounded pretty hunky. Silly, girl. Hmph.
I got Ches settled with Brent and Cash and I headed back home for a hatchet and some wood. Brent didn't realize that there was a handy wood stove located inside. We made a quick trip, and were back on the ice in no time.
This is our humble abode on Boleo Lake. It was plenty roomy for 4 humans and 3 dogs. And we stayed plenty warm when we aren't playing on the ice. It was a perfect day, about 30 degrees, sunny and very little wind. Glorious day.
Cash obviously enjoyed his first taste of fish. The outside anyway.
This is Charlie (Cash's brother, the whole-reason-we-got-Cash) our friends dog trying out his fishing skills. They learn early here in Alaska.
When we had our fill of catching some bigger, mostly little fish we packed up and headed home. The fresh air and sun must have done us all well, as we were all tucked in long before 10 p.m. That almost never happens at our house!
Have a happy, happy day!