Pray For My Soul
There's been a bunch of hullabaloo the past week or so about Extreme Makeover: Home Edition building a house here in North Pole (20 minutes from Fairbanks).
B was out there last night as the company he works for installed something like 45 windows in 4 hours*.
I had wanted to get out there and shoot a bunch of pictures, but I had better things to do. Like pack. And prepare myself to be away from civilization with it's stoplights and wonderful Broadband Internet Tubes.
My internet addiction aside, what am I looking forward to on this trip? The smell of the ocean. Long, rocky beaches where the dog can chase seagulls. All the many wonderful opportunities to embarrass B's family. Not thinking about work once except for how it woke me up in the middle of last night and the one phone call I had to make first thing this morning, but seriously, after that, NO MORE.
And here is where I would copy and paste the standard caveat that Squeegie is on auto pilot and I was a bit distracted while setting that up so... yeah.
Something might go wrong. And it might take me hours to notice that something went wrong, maybe days. (Hours and possibly days without the internet! How will I SURVIVE?)
If the horrible creatures who inbreed around Cantwell don't eat me alive, that is. Everybody cross their fingers and sacrifice a chicken for me.
* Not sure if I heard him say this or if I completely pulled these numbers from my butt, but they sure do sound good.
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