I'm not dead yet!
I'm really sorry that I've been AWOL, but I'm living in this very strange limbo world land. The house is full of family coming in and out, we've been running around to Anchorage and Seward, and I have absolutely no schedule. The blogging withdrawal is just as bad as the England withdrawal, really.
So here are a few notes on my reintegration into American society.
I'm wavering between an English and a Southern accent. Yesterday I answered a question by saying, "Yay-ep." Then I stopped dead in my tracks wondering if that sound had just come from me. I thought I was doing okay on the English vocab front--catching myself from saying things like "films" and "adverts" and "bin," but my sister Jen disabused me of that notion. "It's not so much what you say, it's how you say it." So yeah, I'm a mess.
Had pumpkin pie tonight. Heaven. And yes, Blackjazz, we do eat pumpkin pie. And we love it.
Watched House tonight for the first time in a year. Bliss.
Drove to Seward yesterday, which is one of the more beautiful drives in the world. Saw Beluga whales swimming in the bay, admired the turning of the leaves, and walked out to Exit Glacier. I am including pictures so that all of you sweet souls who keep using the words "glacier" and "Timpanogas" in the same sentence can understand why you must stop. Please have some mercy on my poor brains, which tend to leak out my ears when you say such things.
Had sushi today with Jen, Mom, and Banana. (That's what we call my grandmother because 25 years ago I couldn't say "Nana" right. Yeah, I'm a trend-setter. I can't believe she agrees to go out in public with us.) Banana stuck with chicken teriyaki and it was Mom's first foray into sushi. She liked it, so yay! It was all so very good. Because it's Alaska, lots of them incorporate salmon. The one on the left is a California roll with salmon baked on top. During the meal we heard this horrible screeching noise and then realized that it was a cover of "I Will Always Love You" playing over the sound system. It was one of the scarier things I've ever heard.
I've tempted fate long enough by writing. Any second now someone is going to interrupt me, I'm sure. So I hope everyone is well and happy!
I'm Steph, a librarian and mom of 3 (not sure how that happened). Let's chat books, food, Sumptuous Literary Adaptations, poop, knitting and maybe some crazy Mormon Feminism.
7 comments:
Up there looks like so much fun. I'll have to take a trip sometime. I had a companion who went to work on a fishing boat or something or other, and she was the only female. Go figure. That must be where all the men are. Right? Right?
When you say "we" eat pumpkin pie, I hope you're not referring to all Americans. Because (am about to make a treasonous statement here) pumpkin pie is disgusting, and I refuse to eat it. Except for the ones that I make with my own hands with the pumpkins that I have grown in my own garden. Those are tolerable.
that scenery looks amazing even if it does look a little cold.
Looks abso-cold out there. Good thing summer is just around the corner.
Do they even allow glaciers that close to people? You'd think they'd put up a fence or sum'm so people didn't get attacked.
And I recall I wrote a comment in here one day about totally laughing at you when you came home and couldn't speak American correctly. So, booyah.
I've already told you what they say about Alaskan men, haven't I, Cicada? "The odds are good but the goods are odd."
Daltongirl, you shall be hanged at dawn.
Saxon, it is a little bit chilly. I'm having to wear layers to bed!
Actually, Stupid, there is a sign warning people not to come any closer and that Alaska will not be held responsible for our crushed-by-falling-ice deaths.
I must come to Daltongirl's defense. I HATE pumpkin pie. It makes me gag. And Nemesis, there is a brand new tv show staring Anne Heche which centers on that saying about Alaskan men. I think it is called Men in Trees or something. I think that is the tagline for the show.
Chuh, like Anne Heche needs to worry about a lack of available men. She can always just switch teams again if the pickings get slim.
But I'm so sorry about your job, Scully!
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