FOOTPRINTS ON ICE

Everyday, sometime after 7pm I buckle the belt that holds the holster for my 357 Magnum, and head out on to the tundra to walk my dog. I noticed one day, that there is only one set of footprints where I walk. Mine. Frozen solid onto the thick ice of the lake. At first the solitary gray prints molded onto ice and snow made me feel lonely, longing for a human companion to accompany me. But, I've come to realize those are the prints of an adventurer, a woman of inner strength, a loner.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Help Mr. Wizard...

I haven't the foggiest idea how to make a blog. Or post on the blog. Or do whatever it is I'm trying to accomplish here. But here's the story folks. Facebook was my link with the world beyond Atqasuk. And now FB is not a choice. So, I am trying to create this post. Let's see.

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BelugaAugust 16, 2010 at 1:06 AM
Megan! How good to see you! Aren't you up rather late?
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Donna MarieAugust 16, 2010 at 9:03 AM
Hey! I got on...let's see how long it will last. Are you 1st or 4/5 split? How are the bug bites? I will bookmark this and hopefully see more of you. Chuck up there yet? Mom got a blue ribbon on the yarn. Do you still want the blue yarn for Sarah? I will check in with you later...Donna Marie
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BelugaAugust 17, 2010 at 11:14 PM
Great talking with you on the phone..still can't get over how well the cell phone connection is..many people say rude things about GCI..but, frankly, I'm impressed. One of my students has the last name of your mum's brother. I'm investigating. Wouldn't that be sumpin'?!
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