The image here is a giant bubble blown up over Cheney Lake, which is a lovely lake on the east side of Anchorage . . . what amusing things our guys think of while we wait for the first big snowfall.
How can it be mid-October already? Well, I’m pedalling as fast as I can. My project is to finish those “One of these days, I’m gonna . . .” projects, which includes cleaning out, scanning and throwing out, sorting out,etc. as the first snow falls in Anchorage, and indoor projects come first.
Anchorage is full of events – bazaars, concerts, parties, football, etc. — and it’s hard to do it all, but my personal schedule has been reduced to minimum volunteer work, and maximum relocation consulting. This I’ve been doing for incoming oil company executives, and it’s been a pleasure to meet men (is it politically to exclude women?)employees from other countries. So far they all speak English, which is nice because I’m ‘language impaired’ and only speak English, but I am a grammar freak, and enjoy proofreading.
Since I have both a Nook and a Kindle, I read a lot and it’s not a good idea to correct spelling, or typos, or grammar, on already published works, but I get a personal pleasure from finding these. I recently published a short story about a girl and her horse. Her husband is “Terry” and the horse is “Teddy” . . . well, I didn’t proofread my own work, and I mixed the names up several times. . . it led to some funny stories.
I suppose I should get back to informing you of the thrill of visiting Anchorage. This week the Federation of Natives is having their convention at our still new Dena’ina Center . . . Here I am back to that linquist stuff. . . phonetically, wouldn’t you pronounce that “dee-na-eee-na”? Well, that’s what I would think, but it’s really “dee-nya-na”, which is a Native word.
In preparing for the long, cold winter, construction crews are winding down on road upgrades/repairs. I’m ready. Yessir! I’ve leaving Anchorage for the cold months!