Icewind's Ramblings

On the drive back to Anchorage this afternoon from Gulkana as we approached the Matanuska glacier we saw a chicken crossing the road . . . it was poultry in motion. Ice

There was an incident at my work today that had me thinking about several things. Someone parked a car at the top of our parking lot and left to go inside to work in the building next to ours.   One of my co-workers, Faith came to work a little later than usual due to her son’s school activities.   She parked in a different spot than her ‘normal’ one as most of us are creatures of habit and leave for work at the same time, arrive at the same time and park in ‘our’ spot each day.   We do not change very much of our daily activities going home the same way, stopping for things from the store on the same day each week or weekend.   We all do it. Several hours after work started there was an email sent saying a vehicle had “rolled over in the parking lot”.   It did not say which side of the building this happened so I looked out my window and noticed a car had plowed into one or two other vehicles.   Later it was discovered that the vehicle that had parked at the top of the parking lo

Finally a commercial showing us what is happening out there . . . too bad it is trying to sell us another phone. It’s scary that this is a reality if you pay attention to what’s going on around you. It is like that everywhere . . . soon we will lose all of our social skills. Ice

It’s one of those evenings where I want to write about so many things but just cannot seem to put it on paper tonight. The snow level is coming slowly down the mountainside to the valley floor.   We should have our first measurable snow by morning which is later than most previous years.   Usually I am excited about the coming winter but lately that excitement has not been easy for me.   I think it is because work has been so busy I have not had time to properly get my mind frame adjusted. I started a fire . . . sitting here looking out the window into the darkness of night slowly waiting for the rain droplets to take form and turn into the multifaceted flakes falling past the street light across the street. Will it make the change over before I go to sleep?   It may as I sit here and ponder what to write next. But the with the waiting it seems I just can’t finish anythi Ice