The Latest

Deadeye Doug is happy, the PS2 is working again, and I intend to enable his addiction by getting some more games for hm when I go to town today.  Car and comp are still in the shop, Kathy and the dog are getting better day by day.  I intend to hold my nose and go to Wal-mart Monday, get him some of the hickory-basted chewies he favors.

The moose is still being digested.

Another Update

This is still Greyfox.  The computer and the car still have not been worked on as of now.

The moose is still groceries.

And I may actually blog again on my own site soon–one of my knife wholesalers pulled a really sleazy move and I intend to tell the world.  Okay, as much of it as I can.

Update

Doug may be showing some PTSD–Kathy says sometimes he gets this dazed, thoughtful look and says something like “I shot a moose” or “Two shots. . . .one in the lungs, one in the head. . . .”  She and the dog are both getting over their emotional stress, and she got the last of the meat processed, says the trailer smells like a slaughterhouse.

Still no word from the comp doc or the local drunk who is supposed to fix her car.  One I recoup from the show this weekend (Willow Winter Carnival, back to back 12-hour days), I plan to get them some groceries, do a mitzvah run on Tuesday, deliver groceries and do their laundry.

The moose is still dead.

The Comp’s on the way.. . .Maybe

The comp doc showed up yesterday, took it with him, said he would have it back today.  We’ll see.  In Alaska this time of year, no one with any sense, even those of us with a shred of integrity, makes any firm time commitments–for instance, if it drops to forty below, I am not leaving the cabin.  Unless it is on fire. But I digress. . . .

Doug ripped a nail whilst dealing with the dog’s chain but that is healing and he seems to be PTSD-free, the dog and Kathy remain severely emotionally traumatized.  As she said to me last night,”We are both sick puppies.”

The moose is still dead.