“Are we out of the woods yet?”
“Here comes the sun — doo doo doo doo.”
Earlier this week the Betster drove by a big Bypass parking lot and saw sweepers in action. “Ruh-roh,” yours truly remembers thinking, “It’s going to snow.”
As we Alaskans know, living here brings many benefits: an Alaska Permanent Fund Dividend, no state sales or income taxes, and not being pulverized by chunks of Chinese spacecraft plunging to earth. Holy Fireball XL-5! Sometime this weekend, the experimental space station Tiangong-1 will come flaming down, perhaps on April 1.
The Betster saw something rather amusing the other day: a saying, proclaiming that “It’s like winter is really mad and keeps storming out of the room and then coming back yelling, ‘And another thing!’”
If you’re reading this online from your Maui vacation cottage, Betsteroids, congratulate yourself on escaping for spring break at the right time. Right after you caught the last plane out on March 9, a horrible blizzard blew in, burying downtown Homer in 6 feet of wet, sloppy snow. Eighty mph winds churned that into drifts 20 feet high, blocking the Sterling Highway at Main Street until the National Guard could bring in bulldozers to dig us out. As we write this, Pavehawk helicopters have been landing in the Safeway parking lot to bring in emergency supplies of milk, diapers and bread.
Parents, brace yourselves.
Was there ever a friend so fickle as the weather? The Betster thinks not.
The other night the Betster drew the short straw and had to cover one of those important community meetings instead of the cool literary event with Atz Kilcher and his new book.
At Monday’s Homer City Council meeting, council member Shelly Erickson suggested a little snow jujitsu.
Hold onto wool hats, people, we are nearly up to 9 hours of beautiful, bountiful, blessed light a day!
In light of President Donald Trump’s State of the Union address this week, the Betster got to thinking about the state of our quiet, quaint little Hamlet by the Sea, and decided to compile just a few events, observations and goals that other Homerites may or may not identify with.We have had an exceptionally warm year. Must remember to write to the EPA … er, Mother Nature about that.
Quake. Shaker. Tremblor. Shock Wave. Rumbler.
“For a brief moment Sunday, the southernmost tip of Alaska was warmer than the southernmost tip of Florida.”
What are we supposed to do now?
Vacations in the 21st Century quite frankly baffle the Betster. Intrinsic in the meaning or common understanding of the word “vacation” is the expectation of relaxation — of vacating one’s stress, right?
With all the hoopla surrounding the annual summer solstice (aka the best day to be an Alaskan), the Betster worries the special day’s less popular sibling, winter solstice, will be all but forgotten among the merriment of the holiday season. After all, who has time to think about a potential solstice celebration when there are pies that need baking and presents that need purchasing and extended relatives who you aren’t really that close to — just close enough to merit a major holiday dinner invitation — need placating?
If you have hopes of a white Christmas, Betsteroids, you might think of a getaway to one of Alaska’s snowier spots. Thompson Pass could work — you know, the place where the national news went gaga because it set a record when 10 inches of snow fell in an hour. That’s more snow than has fallen all winter in Homer.
If you’re one of the lone survivors of the Greatest Generation or a child of one of those World War II heroes, today has the same meaning as Sept. 11 or Nov. 23. Seventy-six years ago, Japanese planes attacked Pearl Harbor. On that infamous day on Dec. 7, 1941, the world changed for America. Ready or not, we got sucked into the fight against fascism. Some soldier or sailor known only to history became the first American casualty among thousands. Heroes at home and abroad joined the fight against Nazi Germany and Fascist Japan and Italy. In a day where some people now think it’s hip to wear swastikas — and not as prison tatts — it might seem quaint to remember a day when patriots killed fascists. Russians were our friends and not some internet troll trying to influence our elections.