A journalist observes life in the far north.
Just a quick post. I have a coffee cake in the oven, and Lucky is clingy this morning. Yesterday, we had a surprise visit from a neighbor, who gave birth four days before I did last October. Jaya, the baby, is the jolliest baby I have ever met. She giggled at the slightest provocation. Lucky, who I think is a happy baby, seemed downright serious by comparison.
The visit came just as we had returned from town and a visit at Don’s, Alec’s dad. Feeling spontaneous, we stopped at a St. Patrick’s Day party at the Boatel Sleazy Waterfront Bar. They had free corned beef and cabbage. Alec and I each downed a bloody Mary, feeling obligated to buy a drink if we were going to eat free food. It ruined us for the rest of the day. I was so drowsy that I called it quits at the market before I had even found everything on my list.
The prospects for the climb do not look good. Alec’s lead guide sent an e-mail out, saying as much. But he is still negotiating with the Chinese government, so we will see. The leverage is that the Sherpas for Alec’s climb were going to fix the ropes that the Chinese government would use to get the Olympic torch over the mountain. No expedition, no ropes is what the lead guide is telling the government, I think. Even so, Alec is down in the dumps. The Chinese government is not known for taking crap from anyone.
Lia’s cabin, which is where the baby and I will live for two months assuming Alec goes on the climb.
Don cutting a path from the driveway to the cabin.
Lucky checking out our new digs.
Brian and Molly at the St. Pat’s Day party. Their grandma owns the bar, and their mom, Chris, was bartending.