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I just couldn't do it. I wanted to, but the flesh was unwilling - very unwilling. So instead of putting on adult clothes: jeans, shirt, sweater, etc., I just stuffed my feet into my trusty Bean boots, wiggled my way into my raincoat, grabbed my big mug o' tea and went out to check my garden and flower beds. Did I mention that I was only wearing a thin nightshirt underneath that raincoat and above those boots? My logic was something like this: it was kind of early so there wouldn't be much traffic on the street, I was just quickly checking to see what work I might have to do later - when I actually had some clothes on, and hey, this is Fairbanks - the one place you can comfortably wear your Carhartt's to hear the Turtle Island Quartet. But basically I've become the crazy lady on the street. All "summer" I've been screaming at stray dogs, threatening to do in the cats who crap in my vegetables, hauling around all manner of tools and plants in a rus...

It had not been the sunniest of summers in the middle Tanana Valley; now that we are well into fall, it looks like we are in for more wet. Which probably means early snow. Which definitely means I've got a lot of work to do to get ready for winter. I took the first step by buying an upright freezer. After years of going without, I found that just thinking about continuing to make three or four runs to the grocery store each week to keep Mom in the ice cream that she craves was just wearing me out. Add to that, the fact that each time I go into the store I end up buying stuff I have no business eating, and it's no wonder I'm getting more and more obese. Then I thought about making three runs a week to the grocery store in the dead of winter and suddenly realized that I needed to make some changes. That's why we have a brand new 14.1 cu ft capacity upright in the back room. Thank you, Sears. My next step was to empty the freezer compartment of our elderly fridge. The ...