Thursday, July 30, 2009

The Upside to Runamuk

Don't get me wrong there are many pluses to living in Runamuk: the people, the scenery, the change of seasons and the associated pleasures. Today, however, I experienced once again one of my favorite things about this place.

It was the end of the work day at the IHL, and I was making my way home. I was half way through the initial climb up from the coast toward town proper when I came face-to-face with a young fawn snacking on ferns. It looked at me while chewing in an apparently thoughtful manner. It scratched behind its ear with its right rear hoof and swallowed. I was close enough to follow the movement of the mouthful of greens down its throat.

It still had its white spots, and wasn't particularly afraid as it tried to figure out what that odd shaped critter coming up the hill was.

In Runamuk, there are occasions for the meeting of strangers without the loss of anything other than some fear of the other.

Later, Mushers!

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Nap and a Hair Cut...

A beautiful day in Runamuk. A day which demands action.

In my case, the action was snoring. I got up at 6 AM, walked and fed the dog, and went back to bed for another four hours of sleeping bliss.

Breakfast was at the Raven Restaurant in Chocolate Bay, followed by a nice hair cut at Chocolate Bay Snipers. I was so pleased with the way my hair looked that I couldn't help but give a "weeee" of joy as Todd the barber lowered the chair. Perhaps I shouldn't have clapped my hands together and said, "Again! Again!", but where else can you get a hair cut, and a thrill ride for $14!

The rest of the guys in the shop were all grins in anticipation of their chance of going for a ride.

After that it was home for a nap- I was just exhausted from all my activity.

A supper of Korean dumplings dipped in just a little soy sauce, some sugar free, lactose free ice cream, and I was ready to polish off the day with the perfect day ender- an nap! Life is truly a rich pageant of colour and a font of excitement!

Later, Mushers!

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Ain't Got no Sense of Natural Rythm

While reading "New Scientist" online, I came across this little bit of news, http://brightcove.newscientist.com/services/player/bcpid1873822884?bctid=28842379001 .

Finally, those dance lessons my folks forced me to take when I was younger and even more uncoordinated make sense. Now I'm glad that I'm a dancin' fool!

Later, Mushers!