A morning run

When temperatures soar into the 40s and you need to recallibrate the system - tap into the flow and run!

Spring Break - week 2

     How do you know when you've been "driving too hard"?  Well, there comes a time when it is obvious.  This week it began as a total lack of energy and difficulty getting up in the morning.  We needed some down time and had several nice days around the house.  Mid-week, we took a trip to H2Oasis, an indoor water park in Anchorage.  We had fun riding the waterslides and the water was warm, but the building was cold and after 4 hours, we were all chilled.  Next day, shivers turned into fever, turned into calling off the rest of the week.  Griffin and I tried to reclaim some of it by taking a dad-son trip to the cabin.  Middle of the night and I broke into fever and stomach issues.  We cut the trip short and headed back home and to bed.  We are now mending.  Too much activity in week 1, or just bad luck?  I think I'll vote for the latter. 

A 10 year celebration

    Harriet turned 10 on March 1rst with poise and grace.  10 is a magical age of approaching the world as ones own self.  It is also a numerical milestone, leaving single digits behind.  She has been digging deep and is adapting well to our new surroundings.  It is rewarding to be wingman as she begins to see from a different perspective, internally and externally.

 There is still some missing of friends back in Vermont and birthday season brings this to the surface.   She meets this by writing letters, phoning, or Skype.   And then moving on.

     For her party, we decided to embrace all the snow and go sledding - luge style!

     Mama had to keep her eyes closed and accused me of creating graduate level sled runs.   We ran the banks and jumps till everyone lost steam and then headed back to the house alive - unscathed even!

     The cake theme this year celebrated our surroundings.  Fun to make and yummy to boot!

Moosey Moose

On the way home tonight, saw a mom and baby moose.   Pulled over and watched from the protection of the car as they munched on buds on the tree branches.  So close we could hear them crunching...

Purging

     I've always seen moving as a chance to purge your household.  I rarely find myself tied to objects that I collect, but more so to the idea of what they were to become.  Scrap metal as wainscoting, old doors converted to corner shelving, an old red caboose lamp waiting for wire and a base.  But out they go, and I've signed an agreement with Jess that, in the future, if items collected are not used within 90 days from date of collection, they must go!  We'll restart with less and be better off for it.
     As for the purge from community that goes along with a move:  much more difficult.  Friends are not so easily discarded, recycled, or put into the burn pile.   Great conversations and shared moments are the "ideas" of what these friendships are to become.  Just try to leave that behind!  Yuck!
     Moving day is getting forever closer, and we are, for better or worse, plugging through our lists and tying up loose ends.  Excitement is building, anticipation can be both exhilarating and nauseating, at times.  Darkness will be overwhelming, but also waning.  And the light brings days of incredible adventure and exploration!  It's going to be a BLAST!