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Sun slowly slides down
Weary workers rest now, too
Another day done
Goodnight my day friends
Welcome sleep time companions
Sweet dreams or nightmares?
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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.
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He stood at the window contemplating what lay outside as he struggled with what was eating inside – eating away at his inner most self.
Wife gone – no matter, it was a green card marriage in name only.
Daughter gone – way gone on drugs and booze.
Parents gone – okay, almost gone. Aged and infirm.
And he? Being eaten up from the inside out from years of nicotine and alcohol abuse. The docs wanted to start snipping.
He slipped the 38 special over his tongue, aimed for the unseen, innermost parts – pulled the trigger.
In the end he fought back HIS way.
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Recently a friend took control of how he would leave this world. These words came from that experience. I cannot condone, but neither can I condemn. I can only grieve.
This is in response to Lance’s 100 Word Song challenge: Picture Perfect by I Hate Kate. What is your feedback from the chosen song?
The traffic never seemed so bad as now when Maggie was hurrying.
BEEP!
A glance into the mirror, then into the oncoming lane. She HAD to get to there before . . .
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! She slid safely back into her own lane as the SUV careened past her. “Why won’t the blasted cars get out of the way?â€
She HAD to get there.
Not much farther.
FINALLY!
An arm reached in, switched the motor off. “Come, Maggie, let’s get you out of the car. They’re all waiting for you in there. You and the wee lassie who is struggling to arrive. Come now.â€
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Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge this week is using the word HURRYING in a piece. These are my words . . . where are yours?
btw, when you are visiting VV do check out her etsy shop and the sweet word-birds. I plan to get some if I can remember my etsy information.
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.
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And, this is what we saw from our lofty perch:
See why I love living here?