Dad’s Alaska

I am still exercised about the loss of our First Amendment rights. I’m not sure that we’ll ever get them back. The Homer mayor, Democrat that he is, wants people to inform on their neighbors who don’t stay in their homes. We are now living in police state and we’re allowing it to happen. As for myself, I intend to go wherever I damned well please. You’ll have to make your own decision but adherence to these stupid edicts from the dumb asses you’ve elected is not highly recommended. You now don’t have to wonder anymore how Hitler got all of those seemingly good, honest people to do such terrible things, do you?

Easter is over. You can all go back to whatever sins that suit your taste. KIDDING!

Got some bad news from Summer last evening. She discovered that the front of the house had sunk about 1 1/2 inches. I hadn’t really noticed until she brought it to my attention. I pondered a bit on how this could have happened. After some brain damaging thought, it occurred to me that the front of the house faces south and that the ground in front had thawed. The thaw released the pilings from their little bit of frost heave and they sunk back down where they were before the freeze. The problem is that it has not been warm enough to thaw out the pilings at the back or under the house. For that reason they have not returned to their natural warm weather positions. Now I am stuck waiting until warmer, drier weather before I can finish leveling the house. I might just wait until I get the new addition wall under the front before I finish the leveling process. The new basement wall will be sitting on a concrete foundation and is unlikely to ever move except in a major earthquake. With the front of the house supported by the new basement wall the front will be fully stabilized. The middle and the back can be stabilized with concrete footers and leveled once and for all time (barring earthquakes). However, no matter how much I don’t want to do so, I’ve got to temporarily level the mess so that we can install the kitchen. Two steps forward then one step back is the story of my life.

Today I spent a couple of hours directing the melt water around the house. The more I direct away from the house the less time it will be before I can go under the house without swimming in a mud pit. I shoveled some more of the ice and snow away from my tractor. It is clear enough around it now to do the repair. All I have to do now is move the ‘parts tractor’ to a spot where I can leave it permanently after I disassemble it to repair my good tractor. Problem is there is still too much snow and ice between where it is and where I want it to be. I’m going to have a tractor up on concrete blocks. Does that make me a redneck? I thought so.

Neither Miss Suzy nor I slept very well last night. Or maybe it was that I didn’t sleep very well and kept disturbing her. As previously stated, “Sleeping is her best cute dog trick”. I went to bed at about 11:30 and I last saw the clock at about 1:30. After that I awoke several times hoping that it was time to get up. Waking up before time to get up is annoying because you are then forced to try to go back to sleep. Finally, I awoke and it was a little after 8:00. I could get out of that torture chamber, build a fire and make coffee. Life could begin again.

As I approach another evening, I am still not tired and dreading the night. It has always been that I have to be just dead on my feet tired to sleep soundly. Back in the day I would run three or four miles to wear myself out after working all day. Running is not an option now as I busted up a knee in an freak accident 20+ years ago. Tonight will probably be another one like last night. I sure hope not.

May the Corona Farce skip over you.

Dad’s Alaska

12 April 2020 Easter Sunday

Happy Easter!!

I had four biscuits wrapped up in plastic wrap, from yesterday’s breakfast Therefore, I was forced to make some Depression gravy to go with them. Biscuits and gravy. Yum-m-m-m. This time I made the gravy without salt or pepper. The dogs like the stuff on their hard food and they don’t need all of the salt or pepper. Crazy dogs “eatin’ good in the neighborhood”.

Summer’s big job of today was to tend to her animals. My big job was to park my carcass in the recliner and do nothing for a day.

I was awakened this morning by a text from my grand daughter, Mary Elisabeth, wishing me a Happy Easter. She’s seventeen now but I still can remember when she was small and her Grandmother Connie made her an Easter basket every year. In some ways, it seems like yesterday and in others it seems a lifetime ago. Connie has been gone now for just over three years and, sometimes, I still expect to look up and see her sitting on the couch.

Miss Suzy and I slept like rocks last night. She, usually, wakes me up to go pee a couple of times on any given night. That didn’t happen last night. I guess she was really tired from all of the sleeping she did yesterday. Sleeping during the day is one of her best cute dog tricks.

Miss Suzy

Sunday dinner was a spiral sliced ham, blackeyed peas and turnip greens with cornbread and sweet tea. You can take a Southerner out of the South but you can’t take the South out of a Southerner. The ham wasn’t spiral sliced, when I was a boy, but it was still good at Easter. The blackeyed peas and turnips were home canned by my Grandmother Byrd. I helped shell all of those peas and pull all of those turnips out of the ground the previous late summer and early fall. I didn’t like all of the work that it entailed but I sure liked eating them later.

Well-l-l-l, I guess I’m calling it done. I hope and pray that each and everyone of you has a healthy and happy Easter.