Sunday, November 23, 2008
This was truly one of the most delicious Sundays I have experienced in a long time. We awoke to heavy snow outside, the kind that falls in fat flakes illuminated by the streetlamps. Since the Explorer is in the shop for some 4WD repair, we decided to stay home from church this once and laze around (snowplows don't generally get out on Sundays until at least noon, and church is on the Hillside, about 30 min. away).
French toast and bacon, coffee with a little splash of holiday cheer, and the Sunday edition of the Anchorage Daily News rejuvinated us after a week of busyness that is the pre-holiday season in Alaska.
The snow ended just around the time it got officially light outside (sometime after 9:30 a.m.), and I decided to get some wintertime chores finished. I like outside work in the winter here; it is a breath of Alaska that somehow makes one feel as if they are closer to the scope of all that is the frontier. Today the woodpile needed refurbishing and replenishing. Out of kindling for the woodstove, I hacked at some of our better spruce and stacked it up outside the back deck. Yukon doesn't chop wood, he knows that is my territory, but it didn't stop him from taking a picture of Clearcut's Daughter.
Both Bear and Jasper helped outside for a long while, long enough to get chilly and wet. Coats, mittens, boots, and a dog jacket are hanging in the laundry room, and probably will be until April.