A journalist observes life in the far north.
I am back to my old ways, baking cookies. In my defense, it warms the house on a cool day like today. To burn off the extra calories, I climbed a nearby hill, hiking my favorite trail, which ends near some gated property where the owner has put up signs quoting the Constitution and saying that anyone who enters his land will be shot.
Our teenage visitor, who is currently bunking at his grandfather’s house, has a date tonight. At least that’s what he told his uncle Alec. He met a young lady through a friend of his grandfather’s. I can’t wait to hear the story behind it. Also, he is reportedly lobbying for a tattoo, which prompted a round of e-mails from his mother firmly stating he is not to get a tattoo.
I have interviewed one potential babysitter. She is promising. After leading me on a tour of her apartment, she handed me a 50-page policy manual detailing all sorts of things, from her child care philosophy to what she does when a kid is hurt. What bothered me was a casual comment she made about how it’s OK for babies to put rocks in their mouths. She doesn’t think it’s harmful or a choking hazard. They eventually spit them out, she said. Also, she leaves the tv on, mostly for background noise, she said. It concerns me because Jade hasn’t taken up tv watching, and I like it that way. The woman, 25, enjoys making her living providing child care. She has a school-aged son and watches two babies a few months older than Jade. I asked for references from the parents of the two children.