Dancing with Myself

I'm a Stranger Here Myself

We're spending the night in Gulfport, Mississippi, en route to New Orleans. We could have made it all the way into N.O., but we both were tired and I was a bit cranky. Cranky hell, I was a raving bitch. I drove about 150 miles while Lee slept. Immediately upon awakening, he starts to backseat drive, telling me that I was making him nervous. I told him that he couldn't be nearly be as nervous as I was annoyed. I could write about 500 words or so as to the various reasons I was annoyed, but that would take more energy that it's worth.

Tuesday we drive around in New Orleans to various addresses to see how friends and family fared. Tuesday night I fly home. It's only been 10 days, but there was a lot of miles crammed into those 10 days and I'm tired.

I got plenty to talk about, so stay tuned.

Cheers.

Staying in Motion

We've moved on to Orlando where we're meeting up with friends. It's not that we weren't enjoying Miami Beach, it's just that something was missing. Besides that, I hate sand. I mean, I really hate sand. Beaches would be a lot more fun without it. Sex on the beach? Forgettaboutit. Boogey boarding? There wasn't a wave bigger than six inches all week, and six inches doesn't do anything but give me a headache. So to speak.

I will have more to say--with pictures--later, but right now I just wanted to check in and let my loyal readers know that I'm t-t-tap, tap, tapping, as fast as I can, and so far, all by myself.

Random Alaska Photos

Sunrise at Wasilla, Alaska, Friday December 17, 2004.  About 10:30 a.m.

From the side of the highway between Girdwood and Anchorage along the Turnagain Arm.

This is rare shot of an iceberg graveyard.  It was very sad.  You could almost hear them melting.

Inside Jim's studio.

Looking out the window of his shop.