it is H.O.T! in Kenai. To those of you who live “outside” of Alaska heat is a relative matter. But here? 70 degrees is H.O.T!

Hubbymoose and I went for the first of the summer reindeer hot dogs this afternoon. All the windows were rolled down and we were letting the breeze blow through. Got our dogs and went to the bluff to see what we could see. Gorgeous day – blue skies, wispy clouds – boater helping another boater back to shore – looks like he was having engine trouble. Went back to the Saturday Market to get our dessert – ice cream from the truck – and back to another spot on the bluff where we had our own private air show.

And, you wonder why I love Alaska? There you have it in a nutshell.

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Hubbymoose is a talker – as you can see from two of these pictures. On our way out to our small adventure we stopped to talk with the two men who painted our house – made arrangements for one of our grandsons to mow the yard. The other is of him and Father Thomas at the bluff chatting about fish (of course).

A few weeks ago hubbymoose came home and found a man near our house who had sunk his truck (u-haul van) up to its hubs in soft mud. He offered to help. It took a few tries – hubby has an explorer – but eventually there was success. The man, who was down from Anchorage to work on a trailer, was grateful and offered to pay. Hubby shook his hand and said, that’s what neighbors do.

About a week later the man came down to our house to talk to hubby. “I see your house needs painted. I’m going to do that.” Hubby said we didn’t have the money to do that and the man shook his head. “I didn’t ask for money. I’m going to paint your house.”

And that was that.

We had about two weeks of drippy, rainy weather. We went about our normal work schedules and forgot about the offer.

A week ago Dexter showed up with a helper and began to scrape the house. They talked together and laughed – oh, how they laughed. That, in turn, caused hubby and me to laugh. We looked at each other and said, “at least they’re having fun.”

Two days ago they came back, armed with ladders, paint and equipment they would need. The taping began. More talk. More laughter. “Can we treat you to a pizza?” “No, Ms. Barbara. We fine. We fine.” The painting began. It met the neighbors approval. They came back yesterday and got the trim finished. We did treat them to Burger Bus and shared laughter around our table last night.

There is still a bit of finish work to be done. It will get done in due time.

We are humbled and blessed by these two men.

The sign on the side of their truck – GDEW. Hubbymoose asked the meaning . . . God Does Excellent Work.

Yes, yes he does. We are thankful.

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state of the house BEFORE Dexter showed up . . . last paint about 20 years ago.

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and, how it looks today. They even painted the bunkhouse behind the house!

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I spent this morning washing windows and curtains. Hubby asked me to make sure people know that you just never know people. You just never know how your kindness might be repaid. It is not why we do such things, but it is always a blessing when such things happen. I asked one of the men if they were believers. He said, “yes, Ms. Barbara.” I then told him how much he was blessing my husband’s heart by what they were doing.

Pass it on, folks. Pass it on.

Land sakes (as Grandma Abbott would say), it has been FOREVER since I have been here. Where has the time gone?

Work continues to take most of my time . . . but all work and no play makes for a dull moosie. So, what is happening otherwise?

CROSS FIT!!!

About 18 months ago I stumbled upon cross fit as a way of working out. I went into it with trepidation and fear because I didn’t know how to do any of the movements and I was sure I would be laughed at. (Oh, catholic grade school days, how you continue to haunt me) But that does NOT happen in Coach Nikki’s cross fit workouts. She is all about working to YOUR (MY) abilities, concentrating on proper form so you (I) don’t get hurt.

SCALE is the word, is the word, is the word.

I started with two nights a week – moving up to two early mornings and then three early mornings and, when Coach Nikki and her PIC Carmen opened their own box, 5 mornings a week. The schedules have changed a bit, but I am still going 5 days a week. I am getting stronger and I love our community of like-minded people.

Recently I took part in the CrossFit Games Open competition, along with several members of our Box. I had NO clue what I was getting myself into. But I am game for most anything and LOVED the stretching of my abilities. Thank goodness the PTB in the Open had a scaled division – and age divisions. I gladly accepted my place in the Masters division (60+) and made it through all 5 weeks of the competition. Placed SECOND in Alaska for my age group. (out of 3, but, shush)

So, yep . . . work . . . cross fit . . . family . . . church . . . THUD!

That THUD is what I do when I come home from work each day. (Getting up at 4:30 is EARLY)

Oh, and knitting . . . yup, still doing that. Writing? Not as much. I still have people wandering through my brain cells begging to be let out. I’ll get the there. It just may take me awhile. I am still writing a bit – have had pieces published in the Alaska Women Speak quarterly magazine several times. I just haven’t been here.

That’s me . . . how have YOU been?

Live Free. Live Strong.

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p.s. 3 years ago and last summer pics below . . . will be updating soon. :)
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added a third picture from today.

He reached into his pocket and lifted out a packet. I shivered, looked around him and behind myself to make sure we were alone. This is dangerous business, I tell him. What if we get caught?

Don’t be a ninny, Susan. We’re not gonna get caught. You want ‘em or not? First one’s free, ya know.

I, I dunno, Tommy. What if my mom finds out?

How’s she gonna do that, huh? You gonna tell her? Here, take one. Here’s water to help wash it down.

I took the water and swallowed a capsule.

My weight loss journey had begun.
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The impromptu prompt (see what I did there?) from VV this week, via facebook, was capsule. I don’t condone this type of weight loss, but a lot of us have fallen for this line over the years. This is how many lives of addiction start.

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“You was robbed, Mikey! You shoulda been the winner! You want I should go back there and tell em, Mikey? You want me to take care of them for you?”

The two young men strode through the throngs outside the gym. There were jeers and cheers and much posturing.

Mikey shrugged off Pat’s hand and tugged his cap closer to his head. He winced as he touched his eye. Gonna be a beaut of a shiner there tomorrow.

“What do you think you can do, Pat? It’s all good. I’ll get him next week. Just wasn’t my week. Next week.”

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written for Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge: ROBBED.

photo credit: 2 Guys Talking Mets Baseball No credit given there for pic.