Wednesday, September 26, 2012

O Fair, Favored Fall

"Delicious autumn.  My very soul is wedded to it.  If I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking successive autumns."  George Eliot

Last Saturday, after a week of heavy winds that huffed and puffed and blew our town down, and relentless raining swelled our creeks, flooded our streets, and turned roads into rivers where fish swam upstreet, the sun came out.  Did a little dance with the bruised and burdened clouds and posed with the trees for me to take these pictures. 
It was about here when I got a call from my daughter informing me of the timing, duration and intensity of her contractions, which she surmised was pre-labor.  By Monday morning at 4:30 she had delivered their son, my first grandchild. 
So far away and I'm still not there with them.  In a few days, I will be joining them.  In the meantime, I thank the fall, season of all seasons, for biding this weighted wait with me.

Friday, September 14, 2012


     Last week we had a storm here in Anchorage that blew trees over all over town.  Residents ended up powerless--that is, without electric power in their homes, some of them for several days while crews worked "night and day" to restore power.  It was big news.  It's early in the season for this kind of storm, which is hurricane-force, but not technically a hurricane because of where the energy is gathered.  (From the jet stream rather than from warm ocean currents.) 

Someone else's Facebook photo

Had to lean over the fence to take this picture

     This sweet little town is due for another wind and rain storm tomorrow. 

Facebook photo from Visit Anchorage page 
     I didn't prepare or worry about the last storm and was largely unaffected by it.  However, today I turned on the ice-maker in the freezer and put all my blue ice packs in to freeze, as well.  I didn't like hearing the stories of people's food spoiling in the refrigerator.  I have a small camping cooler under the table in my bedroom. 
     We've also been warned there might be areas of flooding.  Should that occur, I'm pretty sure the storage room in our garage will be on that list. 
      BUT...forecasters are saying they can't be sure there will even be a storm.  Or that the storm they are watching out over the sea will actually make it to our fair coast. 
      I'm a glass-half-full kind of gal and I'm expecting the only trouble I'll have will be getting to the library on Sunday to return my movies.