Breakfast is done, time to sit and contemplate

Just finished a very late but excellent omelette breakfast here at Abby's. I got Tim's cowboy cup today. When I came in, James Matumeak was drinking from my chief cup. I sat and ate with him and Eileen. We had a good visit, mostly in lament about the deaths in Barrow of people important to us who have passed on in the short time since I passed through. James and Eileen just left. Now I will post this picture and then just sit here for ten minutes or so, slowly sip coffee, think and contemplate.

Normal?

This is right now. I am in my office, sitting at my desk. Jim has positioned himself in his usual spot between my keyboard and my monitor, doing his best to make me more effective and efficient in my work. It would appear that all has returned to normal, yet there is no normal. So I guess it's pretty normal after all.

As fall creeps in upon us

Outside, the air smells, feels and looks like fall. Green is still the dominant color in the birch and cottonwood leaves, but more and more leaves are turning yellow and even the green looks like old, worn out, green. It won't last much longer; nor will all that light pouring through the window. I am exhausted, been napping here on my reclining chair with Chicago, the Calico cat napping on my chest, Jim napping on my legs and Margie on the couch. Got to get up soon and go get my afternoon coffee. To do this, I must wake up the cats. I hate to wake the cats up. They are warm and cozy and snug. I hate to disturb them. I can probably sneak away without waking Margie, but I will wake the cats.

Blurry double grandson reunion: Lynxton laughs, Jobe inspires me to buy a new plane

Since returning home, I have so far spent about 5 minutes in the presence of two of my three grandsons - when I took Margie in to Anchorage to babysit and then picked her back up again. Here is a blurry Lynxton with his dad looking on. 

Here is the second blurry grandson photo - Jobe and Dusty. I liked the toy airplane, "Dusty," from the movie "Planes" so much that when I left I headed straight to Target, where Margie told me they are sold. I thought I might buy the whole set, but they cost $5.99 each, so I only bought two, Dusty and the Corsair. Odds are I will wind up with the full set yet. Airplanes are irresistible to me - even toy airplanes. Kalib was at day care, so I did not see him.

Logbook: Nuiqsut to Wasilla, via Barrow and Anchorage, final entry: The good black cat

We reached Wasilla, where I stepped through the door to our house and was greeted by the good black cat, Jim Slim Many Toes. "Meow!" he exclaimed excitedly. He lifted his head to meet my hand. He dashed off, then dashed back to brush against my ankle, dashed off again, then dashed back to brush against my ankle once more. I walked down the hall toward the bedroom. He scampered ahead of me. It is good to come home and be greeted by a happy cat.