Thursday, August 16, 2007

Anchorage to Palmer

And so I left the yellow home of shrinky-dinks, outdated atlas's, and low flying indoor windchimes. No longer the Swearingen's token "tent dweller", I rolled up Lake Otis and out of Anchorage. For lack of map, I did quite well negotiating the many bicycle route signs out to Eagle River. The convenient bike paths petered off by Eklutna, but the Old Glenn Highway turned to the right shortly after offering an alternative to the drone of the evening commute. I stopped at the Butte Cafe an hour before Palmer that seemed to hold a colorful crowd. Immediately a spry old man from Talkeetna popped out to talk at me and admire my Georgiana Terry and my whole rig. Once able to remove myself, I went inside to relieve myself and pick up some liquid. I arrived at the Iliff's home where Sloan(cat sitter)appeared to be waiting for me with spaghetti and brownies prepared, but she does get home from work late.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Leftovers?


RWC 077
Originally uploaded by lukewarm.cotang
The wedding is now over. Kristine and Jeff are now both Holes. The pictures that I took are currently being uploaded. If you click on this photo, you can see more. Plus all the wedding photos are tagged with Hole Swearingen Wedding.

The photographer's pictures can be found here when they are up.

Sunday, August 5, 2007

shells and things


There have been napkins to tie, candle holders to peel stickers off of, a seamstress to visit, and stickers to stick on to boxes of crayons. I've been camping in the yard of the house where it's all been going on. The Swearingens haven't kicked me out, so I've slept in and made pumpkin bars. Keturah and I went to listen to Hobo Jim at a country bar. Only I didn't realize it was specifically a country bar until we'd been there for a couple hours. The waitresses wearing cowboy hats weren't a big enough hint.