Friday, August 6, 2010

When Life (or your husband) Felts Your Wool Hat...

You should quit complaining about it and make yourself a really cute little purse.

J washed (and dried) a wool hat I made for him. Personally, I am suspicious that it may have been on purpous, but we'll let it stand as "an accident". No problem. I made him another hat (didn't think I would let him off THAT easy, did ya?) and after sulking over the ruined hat for a while, decided I could so do something cute with it. Someone in my family is getting an adorable little bag for the holidays. Stay on the "nice" list- it's really a cute bag!

Anyhoo... The moral lesson is really this: stop whining. NOTHING is "The End of the World" except for, well... The End of the World.
Alaska, farming, and toddlers are teaching me that.

The garden is looking pathetic. A lack of nutrients and a lack of water are the primary culprits. (The goats did not help.) as the days get cooler and begin to show signs of being shorter, I find myself excited for and wistfully longing for fall. I am ready to harvest what precious few things my lack of skill and dilligence in the garden will yield to me, and till it under. Better luck next year (and maybe a little more perseverence by me).
The chickens are also on borrowed time. Oh, don't mistake my statement for frustration! I am, afterall, the "Crazy Cat Lady" of chickens. I adore those critters and will miss some of their clucks when harvest time comes. But...

As Alaska summers wind down into Autumn, a funny thing happens. Residents can sense winter coming. Spring and early summer are exciting, playful times. Fishing trips abound and we add our campers to the parks and roads just like the tourists we complain about. We forget the summer is (so) temporary- for just a little while.
Late summer hits, hunting season draws near, the salmon begin to run, and suddenly every Alaskan Resident has a serious case of "The End Is Near"-itis. The panic sets in. There are leaky windows to repair, firewood to gather, outdoor projects to finish (or, ahem, start). And the thought of spending a precious weekend repairing windows just does not compare to spending a weekend on Fielding Lake, roasting marshmallows and eating fresh caught lake trout.
J and I find ourselves in the midst of prioritizing projects. What HAS to be done vs. what SHOULD be done vs. what's gonna get done because I'm totally going camping.

The days are visibly shorter now. The house is actually dark at night. Morning still comes early, but you can tell that there was an official sunset the night before and a sunrise in the morning. I'll bet we still have more daytime than most places for now, but not for much longer.
In the evenings when I lock the chickens up for the night, I catch myself gazing at the sky and wondering when I'll get a glimpse of the moon again. I also know that the best time for Northern Lights is coming soon (usually September-ish), and I find myself wishing the night sky was dark enough for them to make a noticeable August appearance.
I am aware that this is where I digress from the main population here- but goodness! I do love the winter.

Meanwhile, the chickens could stand to get a little heavier before heading to the freezer. I'll be getting aggressive about fattening them up over the next few weeks, though no chicken will be sentenced to the choppig block until our pullets start laying AND my sweetheart has gotten his hunting done.

other thoughts:
- I am halfway done with a pair of hand knitted socks. J has alreay laid claim to this pair. They are nice enough that I contemplated "accidentally" making them too small... Like maybe my size. Lucky for J I lost track of rows and they definitely fit him now.

- Have had lots on my mind including a good book called "Created to be His Help Meet". Seriously, gals should read this book.

-Upcoming year's homeschool "plan" in the works. Beans has been asking for her school stuff every day for the last week. Little Nugget has been chiming in- "School! School! School!"
Ahhh- I LOVE homeschooling! While everyone else's kids are crying about only having so many days left of summer break, my girls are begging me to leave the great outdoors and come up with some school projects.

- "Met" (Internet) a new friend (I think she's gonna be, anyway) this week. I love stumbling upon kindred spirits- it helps me feel way less weird than I really am! (snort!)

Enough banter for one evening. Babies are dozing off. That means it's time to lock up some birds and indulge myself in a cup of tea, some dairy free chocolate (I agree- real chocolate is WAY better but I really have no choice until I cease being a dairy cow for Nugget), and work on the other half of my pair of socks.

Until Next Time,
Happy Moose Trails


JackDaddy said...

Well, everything seems to be going well! And that's a good thing!

Kathy said...

Ah, I remember the longing in Alaskan's faces, during our summer in 2008, when the days got shorter!
Summer is so swift up in the north!

How is the baby doing?

Gloria said...

Recycle, recycle! The purse sounds sweet!!!

Anonymous said...

Great idea to make a purse out of the hat :) Can hardly wait to get to Alaska and experience eveything you describe :)
We will be visiting in Feb. 2011
hopefully moving Spring/Summer 2011
I'm Excited!!
Miz Liz
Caribou Crackers

Karla said...

The great thing about Alaska is that anything goes. The lines between weird and normal are blurred. I appreciate the winter, and look forward to the more relaxed days, but I LOVE summer and I miss it. Fall has found us, and while I love it, I have a feeling this winter will be particularly long and cold. :) Enjoy the rest of your summer!

Susan Stevenson said...

We're still doing the camping thing, and will continue to until mid-September, but there is a part of me that gets into this much slower-paced mode at this time of the year, in preparation for the long winter.

What I do love is the chilly evenings, and sleeping with the window open, while burrowed under a blanket. That's my favorite part of late summer.

As for being "weird", nothing surprises Alaskans. I think you're perfectly normal. You just live differently than me. :D

Take care,
Susan in North Pole

~Missy~ said...

But being weird if FUN! Anyway, who gets to decide what normal is or isn't? You know you are going to have to teach me to knit, right LOL...I got taught when I was 5 for a week and haven't done it since!!