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Returned a shower bench to Access Alaska - Fairbanks today that my late Mom used. Decided to donate her barely-used walker and cane so someone can use them. Got a ride over with a guy who has dealt with them before (he's the one who came up with the idea of getting her a shower bench). Since he's the one who has experience with them, he volunteered to go inside and inform them of the return and the donation. And that's where things got difficult. Eventually we just left the equipment but I am reminded of how hard it was previously to deal with them, and being told to contact my "contact" within the organization to try to resolve what was not supposed to be a problem, but rather the basic mission of the organization. The need for groups like this is only going to grow and there is no excuse for poor customer service. This stands in stark contrast with donations I have made to other groups, like Denakkanaaga and Fairbanks Resource Agency .    ...

Slowly. Ever so slowly getting prepared for my big adventure. Today I plowed through a lot of paperwork, and failed spectacularly to install a printer. Printers hate me. And the feeling is mutual. Next step ... finding my cell phone!

Packing. Cleaning. Signing my contract. Cleaning. New adventures = Old headaches. Heartaches too. My late Mother attended Paul Laurence Dunbar High School in Washington, DC, and was a huge fan of his "Simple" poems. So much so that her last gift to me was a copy of those poems. Her favorite, tho, was "Keep a-plugging Away." On a day like today, it fits. keep-a-plugging-away

That moment when you pass up a glass of wine for the opportunity to put your feet up to reduce the swelling from 3 plane flights ...

el ártico bar and grill: New year, new attitude? Nope. All the nopes, in fa... : New year, new attitude? Nope. All the nopes, in fact. My life has changed. Radically. Through pain and grief it has changed, but I doubt I h...

New year, new attitude? Nope. All the nopes, in fact. My life has changed. Radically. Through pain and grief it has changed, but I doubt I have. So it is with much doubt that I live in my new normal as the same old me. Much of which involves doing things for my dead. Being a good daughter, niece, and granddaughter to those who have died. Due diligence to my legacy and all that. Yeah. I am dubious too.