Please tell me you haven't lost faith in me and my new blogness. It's been a busy week! A great one! I have nothing of good news to report from the quilting side of things because all I've done is work all week. I haven't even touched my Figgy Pudding blocks. Maybe I will tonight. No,no, I have a laundry date tonight because I'm down to to my last pair of...hey, so how bout them Mets? On a funny side note, speaking of dirty laundry, this week I pulled out a new pair of black pants I had ordered online for work. I don't care for them much because they have slit side pockets that stick out funny, so I hadn't worn them. I was still deciding whether or not I wanted to keep them. Nothing like no clean clothes to help me decide to keep them. So I got all clever and very carefully sewed the side slit pockets closed, so they just looked like a straight seam down the sides. Hah! I'll show those pockets who's boss! And then I got out my favorite little grip snips and cut the pockets out of the inside, so they wouldn't bunch up, now that they're of no use. And off to work I went.
At the depot, my friend so kindly pointed out that I had red unmentionables on. How did he (HE! Never a SHE!) know? Oh, cause I was so smug in my pocket-sewing tactics that I got careless in my pocket snipping and snipped right through my new seam I had sewn. And now there was no pocket to hide it! Even worse, I had no clean pants at home to change into. See, there's a valuable lesson to be learned here. Always buy new pants in pairs so you have an emergency back-up.
This week was gorgeous. Buy a floppy hat, put on some sunscreen, drink something fruity with a little umbrella gorgeous. Mid 80's -even low 90's!- for the whole week with fluttery breezes off the ocean. It makes you so happy to be alive. The tourists eat this stuff up with a spoon. Everyone so cleverly comments on the wonderful weather and how we should be so grateful they brought it all the way from insert lower 48 state here. I almost hate to burst their bubble and let them in on the little secret that we actually have nice summers here pretty frequently. Not counting last summer. Let's not talk about last summer. If you came to Alaska on a cruise last summer, please accept my humblest apologies and know that we were miserable right along with you. Rowboats were dusted off, Noah was called, we all took cover last summer.
But back to our beautiful weather in the now. For my job, I drive back and forth between the main WP&YR depot in Skagway to the Fraser Station in British Columbia. It's about 25 miles each way and takes me on a scenic drive up the White Pass Valley on the Klondike Highway. A lot of people come into town and pay money to have a bus guide them up this highway to the summit and I get to do it for free! Twice a day! I get asked a lot if I ever tire of the drive. My answer is always and will forever be NO. For starters, it's really my only down time during an otherwise hectic day. The obvious benefits of that are innumerable. It's me and my ipod and various lunch items that can be eaten one-handed while driving. There is much consideration to be put into packing lunch when the only time you'll have to eat it is in the car. But the views! I can't tell you enough how gorgeous it is here. And really truly, between you and me, I never get tired of the drive. I never get tired of the same views. The lakes are always a different shade of turquoise. The wildflowers change from day to day. Bears play Frogger on the highway from time to time, and if that doesn't make your skirt fly up, what else would? I love my 20 minute, er...I mean 30 minute (no speeding here!) drive to and from Fraser. I can sing as loud as I want in the car and no one knows. Well, except for the people in the back seat of the tour bus ahead of me who are turning around in horror wondering if I'm catching bugs or having a seizure. Mostly, I just thank my lucky stars that I get to do this every day and call it work. It doesn't get much better than that. And I get a big kick out of the fact that I leave the country every day for work. Do you think someone in some nondescript, stealthy government building somewhere in a remote, top-secret location is going cross-eyed looking at a computer screen, monitoring the traffic through our US borders and wondering why I get my passport run twice a day? Does that look suspicious?
This week, I packed my camera in my bag and thought I'd play tourist and stop along the highway without any warning to the people behind me and snap some photos. Now, I'm happy to share these with you, cause they're so pretty. But let me just say that I was never a photographer in my past life. She who takes lots and lots of pictures does not a photographer make. With that, enjoy!
PS. Quilty related posts coming soon! Promise!