Time for Friday Haiku with Lou.
Her hands shook as she entered the office.
“If they come for me, will you post bail?†This, half in jest, to her boss.
“Why? What’d you do?â€
“I broke through the lines down the street. Drove right between the pylons. I needed to get back to work and didn’t want to wait as they stopped EVERY car to see if they could charge them to park. I didn’t stop to be waved through. I just drove between the pylons and came on in. You’ll post bail, right?â€
“You rebel! I’ve never known you to defy authority. Good for you!â€
Why, yes. There ARE people up to their armpits in the water. I tell you, craziness. Click for larger view
The above happened just today. The craziness that is Personal Use Dip net Red Salmon fishery is in full swing. I work on a road that leads to the beach . . . there is a ton of traffic. And, the city wants its cut of the fund-age. They have set up a pylon system to lead vehicles into a parking area, stopping them to charge them. This backs up traffic extensively. I grew weary of waiting, knowing I was just going a short distance down the road – so I broke through and escaped by driving between two of the pylons.
Good thing I was in Hubby moose’s rig. Heh.
And, it fits in so well with VV’s weekly prompt – REBEL. Totally tossed out the other piece I was writing. May use it later.
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addendum – On Tuesdays and Thursdays I work a split shift, facilitating a class in the evenings. Tonight when I pulled into my parking spot I spotted this:
Click for larger view – love the synchronicity of it.
🙂
A favorite lunch time spot is on the Bluff overlooking the mouth of the Kenai River where it flows into Cook Inlet. On sunny days it is pleasant despite the ever present wind coming across the water.
We have an added benefit right now with the subsistence fishery taking place. For a short time people are allowed to go to the beaches with 6 foot dip nets. They can scoop up a number of Kenai Red Salmon to feed their families for the winter. It is a resident only fishery. Resident meaning Alaska resident – so we are inundated with Anchorage this time each year the fishery is open.
I love sitting on the bluff watching the seagulls wheel and harangue the bald eagles. (not sure why the eagles allow it – they are much bigger.) An added benefit this time of the year is listening to the tourists asking questions about the fishery, the area, etc. And, listening to “locals” as they answer. It can be quite entertaining.
Some pictures from yesterday. Hubbymoose and one of the granddaughters (known to the family as The Pup) brought lunch to share with me. They had been working in our overgrown back yard and needed a break. I took advantage of the time to get away from my stuffy office for a bit of fresh air and Vitamin D.
Yeah, she’s 13 – all gangly arms and legs (and taller than her “shorty” Gramma). This is how she acts whenever the camera looks like it is pointing at her – quickly she goes into motion and then ducks – repeatedly.
Sometimes, however . . . .
I get ONE grand shot of her. A bit blurry, but you see above what I was contending with in order to get it.
🙂
And, this is what we saw from our lofty perch:
See why I love living here?
And God saw that it was good. And there was evening, and there was morning —the third day. (Genesis)
That is a distance of 4558 miles. Amazingly it took them less than a week to travel that distance. Their pictures were hilarious; taken through the windshield from the moving vehicle.
We enjoyed visiting with them, introducing them to our now grown daughters and the grandchildren.
Then they got restless. Along about the third day. You know – one of the days God said was good? Yeah, that day.
Hubbymoose and I owned a small print shop. It was important that we both be there to accomplish the day’s chores. We could not always be available to our tourists. We gave them directions and drew maps and sent them on their way.
However, we came home at dinner time to find them sullen about having been left to their own devices. A change of plans was called for; we notified customers of a delay in delivery of their printed forms and planned to take our tourists on a day trip. They would drive their truck (complete with mattress and provisions in the covered bed) and we would ride our motorcycles. (At least we could have fresh air, right?)
God smiled. He chuckled. He laughed out loud.
And then He sent the deluge. We encountered rain of the likes we had not seen all that summer.
We made a quick turn into a campground, geared up in rainsuits, regrouped with the kin, and headed on to Seward. They were snug in their truck and we? We were riding free.
We live in Alaska. We make our own fun.
We looked forward to the 4th day.
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One of Trifecta’s editors is visiting family this week. She reminds us all that, like fish, guests smell a bit after three days. The above story is(mostly) true.
The two girls who complained about not going fishing yesterday, got their alone time with us today. They chose shopping over fishing – no silly girls, these. They know that a shopping trip is started with lunch of their choice. So, it was off to Ginger’s for us – burgers and chicken strips and a first ever taste of a malted.
The malted brought up an interesting side conversation:
Me – so did you taste the malt?
Pup – No, wait! is that the stuff in the little balls?
Me – you mean MALTED milk balls? Yes.
Pup – oh, then, yes I tasted it.
laughter
And, that is what we specialize in with our grandkiddos – laughter – generous dollops of laughter. Never AT them, mind you. Always WITH them. We, of course, are often the butts of the jokes THEY tell. In fact, caught the girls mimicing our walk/waddle/stride while in the store. Little imps.
After all the groceries were in the basket the girls begged to be allowed to wander through the “gadget” aisles (quote the Pup: we’re too old for TOYS, we call them gadgets. cue laughter). Gramps was not with us at this point. I wandered for a bit, then went to sit (test sit) in the furniture department. Both girls found webkinz and asked if the amount was too much. This is a Gramps question so I told them we would wait for his return to answer it.
While waiting . . . .
Click for larger views.
The answer when Gramps returned – and was BOOOed! – was, of course, yes. We checked out, and the girls helped bring in the groceries, then disappeared to play with their new “gadgets”.
Why, yes, yes we do: we live in Alaska – we make our own fun.🙂