Category Archive:I wanna go home!

Come down to the water
My true love sang to me
Come see the sailing ships
And watch the tide with me

Come down to the water
I called back to my love
Let’s seek shells and toss
Pebbles, and rescue starfish

Come down to the water
Let’s watch the sun sink
‘neath waves turned golden
With its waning light

Let’s sit together at the wharf
Dangling our feet and laugh
As waves tickle our toes
And crust them with salt

Oh, do come down
To the water with me
It is there life begins and
Where our love remains
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written for Velvet Verbosity’s 100 word challenge WHARF. Photo is from a day trip my love and I took to Homer over the weekend. I belong in Homer – someday – someday I shall live there.

First World problems . . .

Big excitement in small town Alaska . . . a United Airlines jet had to land in Kenai because of weather problems in Anchorage. Kenai does not see many large planes, but is a designated landing zone when there are problems in Anchorage. Our landing strip accommodates the BIG planes from Elmendorf on a sometimes daily basis as they practice touch and go landings. We also host large fish cargo planes every summer.

The excitement comes because some of the passengers contacted the Anchorage news station to tell them the pilot had left them on the tarmac for hours before they were allowed to deplane. THEN? The pilot left them at the airport and went to a hotel. They were not allowed to take their luggage off the plane. That is most likely because we do not have TSA at our little port so bags cannot be scanned.

I was recently in Juneau and my flight home was grounded for mechanical reasons. I was given a voucher for a night at a hotel near the airport. This only happened because the problem was mechanical – if it had been a weather related incident we all would have been on our own. Also, we would not have been able to stay in the airport overnight as that is not allowed. We would have had to find a hotel and pay for it on our own.

The folks here last night could have gotten rooms in one of four local hotels – one within walking distance and the other three a short taxi ride. It would have been on their nickel, unfortunately. Many/all decided to stay in the airport. Airport personnel went to Walmart and purchased blankets for them to use. They didn’t have to do that, but that is what small town Alaskans do.

This morning the restaurant onsite opened up and fed them all. This, we are told, was paid for by United, which was generous.

The plane left Kenai shortly after 2 p.m. I’m sure there were cheers both on take-off and on landing in Anchorage. Feelings and clothes might have been a bit rumpled, but folks were safe, the pilot was rested, the experience was behind them.

Life can be experienced in many ways. We can be joyous. We can be grumblers. We can “make our own fun,” as my motto says. I choose joy. I choose to make my own fun. I always pack extra underwear in my carry-on and a toothbrush. I also carry a credit card when I travel. I’ve never purchased flight insurance, but I may reconsider that the next time I fly.

Anything can happen. But we are such whiners. In the midst of all this – our first world problems – the family members of 200+ people are wondering if their loved ones have crashed somewhere or if they are being held prisoner by some lunatic somewhere . . . simply because they were on a plane – in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Sort of puts it all into perspective, doesn’t it?

When Granny died, and after we had all cried, we trooped to the attic seeking the treasure chest. It was a simple and plain pine box, but special because Pappy had made it for her.

“My hope chest” she’d called it. She used to open it, if we’d been ‘specially good, and let us peek inside.

We’d try on her gauzy dresses. “From the olden days,” she’d croon. “Your Pappy and Granny could surely cut a rug back then.”

She’d let us hold Pappy’s gold pocket watch. “Gave him that the day we jumped the broom, I did.”

She allus called us her “packa younguns”.

“Remember to love each other, take care of each other. You need to band together. You are stronger together than you are by yourselves. That’s how Pappy and I were. I swan, when I lost him I lost some of my stren’th.”

Then, she’d close up the treasures again with a sigh and we’d go down to the kitchen for cookies and milk.

And now Granny’s gone on to dance again with Pappy. She left us with a smile on her face, and her hair? I’d a-sworn she was wearin’ a halo the way her hair glowed.

The old house had been left to the pack. We left the hope chest there in the attic. It was nice to know we could still find Granny and Pappy whenever we wanted.

photo from Adirondack Furniture
Written for trifecta’s challenge – BAND. These are my words . . . where are yours?

I turn towards Redoubt
Rising pinkly against blue sky
The tide rolls in
The silver of dip nets
Sparkle with water drops

Then a cry triumphant
Rings out against the dawn

For three weeks in July the mouth of the Kenai River boils with red salmon. Fish and Game opens a subsistence style fishery for Alaskans. I’ve been following it with pictures on facebook. The above is written for the weekend Trifecta challenge of COLOR.

It is that time of year in small town ‘laska . . . dipnetting season. For less than three weeks hordes of ‘laskans head to my end of the state. They come with old clothes, waders, huge nets, coolers, and an enormous appetite for spending hours standing in frigid water up to their ‘pits seeking the ever elusive red salmon.

At the same time they seek reds local setnetters are, well . . . setting their nets and driftnetters are . . . drifting in Cook Inlet. The “sport” fishing guides are guiding their clients up and down the Kenai River in search of king salmon, but will take their share of reds as well.

And, I? I, whose hubby dislikes anything that swims (gasp!!) being offered to him on his dinner plate? I, who grew up with and LOVE eating fish (good old catholic background – fish on Fridays – to be blamed for that)? I, am relegated to watching from above . . . watching and taking pictures.

You can find them at my facebook home, but I will share a few with you here also.

click for larger view, of course

And . . . for your viewing pleasure . . . Mt Redoubt in my rearview