I enjoy sailing most of the time. Today isn't one of those *most* times. The lake is flat calm, not a zephyr of breeze. The temperature in central NY is just shy of 100° F. I have the choice of playing hero and going out into the inferno and doing my thing or I can stay inside of my air conditioned house and pretend to keep busy. Just let me say that my mother didn't raise any dummies. The choice was easy.
Besides, I don't want my doctor to holler on me. If she knew that I was working out in the garden today, she'd have a hissy fit and I'd never hear the end of it.
So what to do, hmmm, what to do? I've already finished the NY Times crossword puzzle. (all but three impossible words). Nothing good on TV. I don't like soaps and I'm up to here in the Casey Anthony saga. What to do?
Aha, inspiration. I'll dig out one of my shoe boxes way back in the far recesses of my improvised filing system and have some laughs. Maybe I can post some pictures of days gone past to help us forget this heat spell which is presently upon us. Let's see what happens. Flurries Last Night
When I used to live in Alaska. This was taken in the mid seventies, the golden age of polyester. Check out the high fashion slacks. Yuk yuk. Fairbanks is the northern end of the Alcan Highway. That's the Chena River in the background, which flows through the city. There weren't many main roads in AK so most cities were built on rivers.
Here's a photo of me knocking on wood. (major wood)
Here's a shot of my late wife's sled dog, Chena. She was rescued from the river of that name when she was a pup. There are all kinds of pulling dogs, Samoyeds, Huskies Malemutes and mixtures of the breeds. Some dogs are bred for speed, some for heavy hauling, some for endurance and others for superior instinct and intelligence. Dogs are a large part of life in the Arctic. The individual with the winning team is the home town hero until the next Sunday's local races.
There ya go, feel a little cooler now? Maybe later on, when the sun goes down, I'll go outside and water my tomatoes and green peepers.
Chill, everybody,
O J
