Saturnight...
...back home from a hockey game. Watched my daughter go through sugar fits after far too much gummi candy. She alternated between screaming giggle fits and straight faced queries as to why, just why do the hockey players have to be so mean to one another? So, yeah. Hockey. Hey, it's ten below and dark out...what else is there to do with the clan on a Sat. night in Fairbanks? "Get out!" says the voices. Yep. Better listen up.
Tommorrow is junior nordic skiing for Daphne. (I cannot believe I got her on skis.) Frankly, I'm pretty jealous as I haven't got mine yet. The bikes are put away and I need something to do (recall the 'get out' voices) so I do not turn to mush this winter. Winter, I mean. Capitalization is warranted for a season that lasts half the year.
So.
Haven't posted much of late. Livejournal just hasn't been on the to-do list for a time as much else in my world has taken precedence. Details aren't needed here but suffice it to say a time of Change (again with the capital letters) has swept up Allie and myself. Life sort of went "splat" on the floor for a while and well...
Well, I'm alive and posting anyway. Welding my eardrums shut at present courtesy of whatever Killing Joke song shuffles in to place. (The voices hate Killing Joke -so they say.)
That's it for now.
Until we next meet.
Tommorrow is junior nordic skiing for Daphne. (I cannot believe I got her on skis.) Frankly, I'm pretty jealous as I haven't got mine yet. The bikes are put away and I need something to do (recall the 'get out' voices) so I do not turn to mush this winter. Winter, I mean. Capitalization is warranted for a season that lasts half the year.
So.
Haven't posted much of late. Livejournal just hasn't been on the to-do list for a time as much else in my world has taken precedence. Details aren't needed here but suffice it to say a time of Change (again with the capital letters) has swept up Allie and myself. Life sort of went "splat" on the floor for a while and well...
Well, I'm alive and posting anyway. Welding my eardrums shut at present courtesy of whatever Killing Joke song shuffles in to place. (The voices hate Killing Joke -so they say.)
That's it for now.
Until we next meet.