Sarah’s Thoughts: To us poor Southeast Alaskans, sunshine for 2 weeks in a row is like a giant shoe sale to a shop-aholic with a shoe addiction. The practical side says, “Eveyone needs shoes and I’d be crazy to pass up such a great deal,” but then after buying 50 pairs, its obvious over-indulgence. Sadly, as long as the sale is going on, those shoes keep flying off the shelf. Finally when there are no more shoes to buy and our poor addict returns home, she realizes she haven’t done laundry or dishes for the past 2 weeks and her son is covered in sunburn and bug bites. I have to say, I was a bit relieved to see the clouds roll in and we finally have clean clothes and dishes again. Phew! We have a very busy week ahead of us, which I’m a feeling nervous about. Knowing this, you’d think I’d take advantage of the cloudy weekend to get my life in order, but alas, I spent most of my free time on Facebook and thinking about making a list.
Low- While dog-sitting, 2am Thursday morning, I checked to see if prodigal Chachi found his way home. He was no where to be found.
High- My snuggly boy
Luke Update: Poor Luke has had a disappointing week work-wise. This time of year, his trips are especially weather dependent due to the limited numbers of streams where fish can be found. Too many times, Luke has seen the weather report has call for high seas while the water remains flat calm. Because of this he feels obligated to try to do trips even when the marine forecast is less then optimal. Sadly, this week he’s had 2 trips that he’s had to turn around and cancel due to uncooperative seas. This means finding daycare for Owen, spending at least 3 hours getting there and back, and at the end of the day, feeling like he accomplished nothing. This week he has 5 trips booked so we’ll be praying for calm seas. Early July, marks the massive flood of pink salmon returning to the streams. The pinks relieves the pressure of traveling long distances in search of fish, but they return in such large numbers, they remove the challenge of “pursuit” and turn Luke’s trips into a brainless work.
Owen Update: The flowers in our yard are blooming like crazy and Owen is very very slowly learning which flowers are O.K. to pick (dandelions & buttercups) and which are not O.K. (everything else). Every day it seems like I have a different illicit bouquet of flowers courtesy of my little gardener. He’s also been quite excited about balls lately and has a surprisingly good arm for a nearly 2 year old. An old baseball found its way onto our lawn and Owen wanted me to catch it, however, he wanted to be about 12 inches away when he threw it. Needless to say, I was quite nervous. Whenever I’d try to back up, he’d just come closer. I’d say “stop!” and he’d say “Stot! Stot!” and keep right on coming. It was quite comical and I managed to catch the ball a few times so I guess you could say it was a successful game of “catch”. He was also the recipent of two small soccer balls which he’s insisted on having close while eating/napping/bathing... Maybe that’s just part of being 2?
