An insignificant entry
Friday, February 5, 2010 at 4:00AM
Wasilla, Alaska, by 300 in Margie, Mat-Su Valley Family Restaurant, Metro Cafe, Wasilla, cat, dog, family

When one or the other of us has been traveling and returns - and it is usually me - Margie and I have a tradition. We always go out to breakfast the next morning. I still had a little over $7.00 left on the Funny Face Family Restaurant gift certificate, so that's where we went.

As always, it was delicious.

On my walk, I found this little saw lying by the side of the road. I often find tools and such as I walk, most of which I am certain have bounced off a snowmachine or four-wheeler.

A hand saw is not the kind of tool you would normally expect to bounce off a snowmachine. Maybe it bounced out of a pickup truck. When you find something like this, you wonder what you should do. Perhaps someone will come back looking for it, if you just leave it there.

More likely, if it bounced off of any kind of vehicle, by the time they discover it is missing, they will just be puzzled as to what could possibly have happened to it. They will never come back looking; if they do, it will already be gone.

So I picked it up and brought it home. But, it does bother me a little bit, so, if you live in Wasilla or nearby and you recognize this as the saw you just lost, you can have it back.

I had not seen this dog before - must be new in the neighborhood.

The above three pictures are all from yesterday. I fell behind after Margie got home, but now I am about to catch up.

This is from today. Margie, who had not driven a car since she left here to go to Arizona one month ago, wanted to drive into Anchorage to help Lavina get a room ready for her sister, Laverne, and Laverne's daughter, Gracie. They will arrive in Anchorage Saturday.

Margie left for town at noon, and I rode as far with her as Metro Cafe - about two miles away. I had never tried a Metro lunch before, it being a fairly recent feature, so I decided today I would. I had a panini ham sandwich and a bowl of tortilla soup, plus a glass of water.

It was just right.

Then I walked home.

The young woman working in the backgrounbd Kelsey, who readers might also recall seeing recently at work at Vagabond Blues in Palmer

Margie called not long after I got home. Lavina had gone to the hospital. Maybe the baby would be coming home, soon. But after a couple of hours, her doctor sent her back home. The doctor thinks it will still be awhile, but says also that it could be anytime.

Royce is hanging in there.

Now, I must keep this post short and simple, as I have much else to do, but struggle to do it.

It will probably be this way for a few days - but when this new baby comes, whatever I've got going on, I will drop it and you will know about it.

I am now caught up - although, actually, I never catch. I am always behind.

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