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I was in the bedroom, trying unsuccessfully to log onto an Apple help forum on my laptop, when I barely heard a knock upon the front door. Everyone else was gone, so I went to the door to find these two, Elder Smith of Nevada and Elder Wadsworth of Utah, standing there, looking back at me.
I was not interested in getting into any kind of religious discussion, but, having stood in their shoes, I have a great deal of empathy for these guys, who I know for a fact are really just young men, who want all the things that all young men want, like freedom and female companionship, but they can't have these things for awhile.
I also thought they might like to meet the cats. I invited them in. They posed with Royce.
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Muzzy wanted to get into the picture.
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He headed toward the missionaries, but this did not please them. In fact, it scared them. They did not think Muzzy was vicious. They thought he would mess their suits up. So I sent Muzzy to the garage.
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Elder Smith, Martigny, Royce, Elder Wadsworth.
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Kalib and Caleb on the computer, where the missionaries sat not so long before.
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I got up very late today. Very, very, late. It was necessary, though, because I had gotten up very early yesterday and had then worked until very late, not going to bed until about the time that many of the early risers among you were already yawning, stretching as you prepared to leap right out of bed.
How do you do that? How do you leap out of bed in the morning?
Margie had already eaten her oatmeal and so had Kalib, so I went to Family Restaurant by myself.
There was a man there who still reads the newspaper. Sometimes I do, too, but mostly I read it online. By the time the paper version reaches our house, I have usually already read everything in it that I am interested in.
I am part of the reason that newspapers are dying.
And the slow death of the newspapers makes my profession all that much more difficult. But new avenues are opening up. It's just a matter of figuring out how to go down them.
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My waitress, who generally knows what I want before I order it. She is very good about not bringing my toast until I have eaten the rest of my breakfast.
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As I paid my bill, this guy came walking by, aided by a walker. In my head, I saw how to make a good portrait of him and I decided to ask, but you see that little paper the lady at the cash register is taking hold of? That is the credit card statement that I have to sign.
I did not think the man would move that fast and I figured he was probably going to get in line behind me, anyway, so I sat my camera down, wrote in an extra two dollars for the tip, and signed the bill.
When I turned around, he was gone.
I wonder how he did that? I'm sure no one went out the door. I would have heard it.
I will see him again sometime, but he might not be wearing the "these colors don't run" shirt.
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I was busy working away at 3:30 PM, absorbed in what I was doing, when I realized that I had not yet taken my walk. If if I didn't take it soon, it would be dark. So I took it. The sun had gone down, but alpenglow lingered upon the Talkeetnas.
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A few days ago, one of my readers left a comment that said my blog makes her glad she doesn't live in Alaska.
I love living in Alaska! If I had to live anywhere else, I would damn near die.
The only thing that bothers me is that ever since I fell and got hurt 17 months ago, it has been one damn thing after another that has kept me from getting out and enjoying the country - except for a few work outings last summer on the Arctic Slope.
But I will get on top of things and I will take you out there and then you will see why I would not want to live anywhere else.
Except for Hawaii, maybe - but just for short periods at a time.
A school bus shoots down Seldon, the glow of the set sun behind it. Now the Talkeetnas are behind me.