My hands are currently coated in olive oil, as I was distracted when packing and neglected to grab lotion. The resumption of kitchen work is harsh on the skin. I'm also writing with a suboptimal pen, and attempting to stay awake to reset the diurnal clock to my weird polar truck stop schedule. So here's an incomplete list of late winter happenings:
- many nice dinners with mom and dad, promptly at 5pm
- every appointment ever for the whole year, crammed into a month (teeth/hair/banking/insurance accomplished)
- 4-hour dual-layer sweater-sleeve patch-sewing project
- Bumble match and date with city commissioner
- stacked logs at future Pixley homestead; baby and toddler music class with all the Pixley gals; palm and tarot reading by (sha-mistress?) Jana
- consumed a generous wedge of soft cheese and KT's creamy-sundried-tomato Marry Me Chicken (would that she were single...)
- traditional Saint Paddy's negroni in boisterous good company at the Top of the Park, the weathered but classic bar atop our historic downtown hotel
- and to mark my circumnavigation of the globe, a wonderful, indulgent weekend in Anchorage, wherein I celebrated my return to Alaska all too well and earned a punishing hangover; thus bringing us full circle to repacking to go north to Coldfoot and forgetting hand lotion.
Happy Spring!
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