We’re delaying our trip to the cabin for a day because thunderstorms have appeared in tomorrow’s forecast. Thunderstorms and helicopters don’t mix. Also, there would be the matter of lugging 1200 pounds of stuff up to the cabin in a rainstorm. We decided to wait it out here in the comfort of Fairbanks and try again on Thursday.
I also yielded to an internal weather front and had a meltdown today. It was probably because of all those days in motion without much sleep, plus boat head, then too many errands in town, and all of it awash in a sudden flood tide of hormones. I just got too tired. One moment I was standing in our friend Teri’s kitchen tasked with nothing but slicing a tomato and the next I was in tears.
I trundled off and had a good cry and when I reappeared Stewart and Teri were solicitous.
“Oh, Sweetie, what do you need?”
“I need (snorffle, snorffle) . . .
“I need (sniffle, sniff) . . .
“I need to pick raspberries.”
It was an easy need to meet, because guests were coming for dinner, raspberries were on the menu for dessert, and no one had visited the patch all day. (It’s an amazing year for raspberries in Fairbanks.) Teri put an empty container into my hands and sent me out the door. It was quiet in the garden except for the sometimes chittering of a red squirrel and the sometimes buzzing of mosquitoes before they bit my ankles and the general hum of life in a good green place.
Also, while I’m here I want to share a video I stumbled across today. I saw the top of this structure, known as the Dr. Seuss House, from the train on the way up from Anchorage. What some people won’t do for a view!