By which I mean, the quite real physical pain I'm in after entirely too much walking over the last couple of days.
Yesterday, Mike spontaneously decided we should go to the valley. It's a pretty drive, but unfortunately, no turnout spots where I could stop and get a picture. Lots of mountains.
We go out to Sarah's hometown of Wasilla and it sort of broke my heart. What was a charming community I occasionally thought about moving out to quite honestly looks like a California suburb now. It's developed with big box stores. Heck.. it has a Walgreens. ANCHORAGE doesn't have Walgreens. But there it is. The charm of this tiny town has been obliterated by turning into just another 'burb. I know it's not Sarah's fault, but.. well.. it's just too easy to blame her for everything. Some of my favorite stores were still there though, so we went to a thrift store I love out there. It's one of those quintessential type thrift stores, the sort you never know what you'll find there. I found a kit for making a lamp using a plastic doll for the base. I resisted the urge, but it was so hard. I want a tacky little goffy doll lamp and didn't know it until I saw the kit there. They had a rack of 10¢ "slightly blemished" clothes. E and I went through the rack and found her a bunch of shirts and one pair of men's pants that fit her. She was thrilled. William won my heart again by finding a Arthur Conan Doyle book and a collected works of Shakespeare he wanted. Yay!
We had lunch and wandered a bit more, then came back into town.
Today of course, Mike grilled. I made a bbq sauce tomato based with molasses for him to use on the chicken and ribs he made. Usually he doesn't do hunk of meat type grilling but this turned out wonderful. He also grilled asparagus, peppers, mushrooms and zucchini. All of that was amazing of course, and the asparagus was just flat out sinful. Yum yum! Wm and I walked up to get some ice cream, and at midnight we walked up to see the fireworks.
See, ours are always at midnight, after a double header baseball game. Which usually winds up going into extra innings so figure about 0015-0030 usually. It's never really dark then, just twilighty, but today was cloudy enough it was a decent show.
Too much walking for me though. Really.
One of the nicest parts of today was talking to Lamar. He stopped by on his motorcycle (yes, he was able to order the parts I tracked down for him) and he gushed some more about the
sugar free chocolate banana bread I made him. He offered one of his new neighbors a slice and the neighbor loved it and asked where he got it. Lamar said "My daughter made it, but she's kind of funny. If I ask her to make it, she won't, so I have to enjoy this and wait for the next time she feels like it."
Two things. First, yes. I am actually that contrary with family too. Everyone got a good laugh off that, because it's completely true. If you ask me to make banana bread, I might make you a vegetarian lasagna instead. I probably won't make banana bread. But flattery will get you something sweet.
Second.. more importantly. He called me his daughter. See, I've NEVER doubted I was one of Lamar's kids, even if I don't call him Poppy like a lot of them do. He's been an active part of my life since I can remember and was the ONLY person outside of our immediate family allowed to punish me and my brother. That said, he's never called me daughter before. I felt so loved and appreciated. Special.
Oh, and I got a picture of him in his motorcycle leathers. I'll pull it off my camera later to show you all. It was cute. I was worried about my batteries, and he saw me messing with my camera and asked if I needed to advance the film. You can imagine the look on my face. Of course, it was a very retro-tech day in some ways. Dad's next door neighbor was listening to The Boss on an old suitcase style turntable. My mind broke a bit. Her gf brought the turntable over, and with her gf standing right there, she explained she always liked him and showed me the cover of the album, remember that album cover? Or bum cover? Yeah. She pointed out what a nice butt he had back in the 80s. Funny thing is.. Mike and I were talking about bums earlier and I told him I could appreciate them in some ways, but mostly.. I preferred hands. What was a guy's butt going to do for me? Hands though...
Lovely day.
I have a pattern to write up for the headband I made.