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It is 9:30 AM and I am on my way to IHOP. Look how light it already is!
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Just a short time ago, it was still night at this time; soon it will look like this at midnight. Shortly after that, it will start to get dark again.
This earth just keeps spinning and spinning and plunging through its orbit at a maddening pace.
It does not slow down. It just goes, goes, goes.
That's good, I guess.
We would not want it to stop.
But it spins the years off way too fast, and carries us to old age and death much too rapidly.
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It is exhilarates me to see the light coming back.
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Now I am going up the hill towards IHOP.
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This is Melanie, who used to work at Cafe Darte - the coffee kiosk across the street from the Post Office. She was an excellent barista. Her coffee was always good. Sometime after she left Darte, I happened upon her in Carr's, carrying her new baby.
I took a picture of the two of them and put it in this blog.
Today, as she led me to my table, she told me that her step-father had googled Sarah Palin to see what he might find. That search eventually led him to this blog and when he got into it, he found the picture of his step-daughter and grandbaby.
Melanie says he now visits this blog frequently.
Melanie says, "hi, Dad."
As regular readers know, there is another Melanie that says those same words to me.
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I really wanted good hash browns today. And IHOP came through. Cooked just right, each shred firm and flavorful, not reduced to mush. Someone had made cat ears out of the ham. Nice touch.
But don't worry, Family Restaurant, I will be back.
I must spread my great wealth throughout the community.
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After breakfast, I came home and found Pistol-Yero, looking at me.
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I went into the bedroom and this sight made me very sad. Margie has experienced a great deal of pain in this bed. When I looked at it, empty like this, the image of Margie lying there, hurting and in agony, superimposed itself upon the quilt.
It made me feel bad.
This bed is at the foot of our big, king-sized bed, which I sat on as I took the picture.
Many of you already know this story, but for those who don't, Margie and I both used to sleep on this big bed, together. Then, on June 12, 2008, I took my fall in Barrow and found out how rotten my insurance policy really is and how deceptive the saleswoman was. I wound up in Providence Hospital in Anchorage and after two surgeries came home with an artificial shoulder.
I was too fragile and in too much pain to share a bed with anyone. So Margie had this bed placed at the foot of our bed and in it she slept.
It took me more than half-a-year to heal to the point where I could dare try to share th bed.
And just when I was ready to, Margie took her first fall and then she could share a bed with no one.
Many months passed and then, on July 25, we crawled into our bed together for the first time in over 13 months. On the next day, July 26, she took her second fall.
And as improved as she is, she still cannot share a bed.
So that also made me feel very sad when I looked at this bed.
Now she is far away, asleep in her sister's house in the high country of the White Mountain Apache Tribe.
How good it used to feel when she would cuddle up next to me, lie her head and my shoulder and there fall asleep. How I long to have her head resting upon my shoulder, once again.
It made me feel very sad to look at this empty bed.
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Caleb was playing war games with his cyber-friends. He communicates with both those on his side and the enemy through a headset as their avatars fight their way through a common battlefield. I can't remember the name of the game, but it pits good Americans against bad Russians and some Russians have complained that it unfairly stereotypes them, but Russians play it, anyway.
"You should play with some Russians," I suggested.
"Oh, I've played Russians," he answered. "I've played people from all over the world."
A bit after that, he built a fire and then got in his car and headed for Anchorage. That was 12 hours ago. I have not seen him since but that doesn't worry me. He's a man, with his own life to live and it is the weekend.
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Royce, Chicago Kitty and some of Kalib's toys. It was just me and the cats now.
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I took a walk. It wasn't long before I came upon a neighbor from down the street, Jennifer, playing with her two dogs, Heineken and Jazz - a pleasant diversion for my eyes.
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Further along, I came upon this dog. When he was a pup, he once tried to follow me home. A high school classmate and baseball teammate of Jacob's built this house and lived in it for awhile. Then he sold it and moved on to something bigger and better.
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I could hardly wait for the 24 hours to end so that the money would go back into the gift cards and I could pick up my new iPhone. At 4:00 PM, I headed out, NPR's All Things Considered Weekend Edition on the radio.
Just after I turned onto Seldon Street, this kid shot past me like I was sitting still. Curious to see how fast he was going, I accelerated to 45 mph in a 35 zone, but he just kept getting farther ahead of me, so I dropped back.
He was not riding on the road - he was on the trail shared by snowmachiners, fourwheelers, pedestrians, bikers, old men, children and mothers pushing babies in strollers. In fact, Lavina has often been one of those mothers, pushing Kalib, right here, where this kid speeds by.
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It is after 4:30 PM. Look how much light is still left! Not so long ago, this time of day was pitch black night. Or as pitch black as night gets around here. It never gets dark dark, the way it does down south in places without snow.
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Kendall Ford, a bit after 4:30 PM.
After this, I returned to the At&t store where I would not pick up my iPhone. You can find the story in the previous post, if you have not read it already.