A journalist observes life in the far north.
Alec is surprisingly nonplussed about his Everest expedition being cancelled. I think I am more sad. I had looked forward to living like a Bohemian for two months on his dad’s property. Now life will go on as it has. At least summer is coming, except you wouldn’t know it by the weather lately, hovering at zero degrees.
We had company for dinner the other night, including two children, Hannah and Josiah, ages 2 and 3. They helped me make cookies. Lucky is endlessly fascinated by other children, watching their every move.
This week at work I am writing about wood heat. There is more interest here in wood heat as home heating oil prices keep rising. The price yesterday was between $3.60 and $3.70 a gallon. If I still lived on my own, I don’t know how I would afford that. I’d probably have had to rent a room in my house. As it is, I am worried about paying the bills at the rental. I make a terrible landlord. I should raise the rents, but I can’t because I’d feel guilty.