A journalist observes life in the far north.
We took Lucky to a birthday party yesterday. It was torture for her dad. Too much oohing and cooing for his liking. Plus we had an argument before the party. It was one of those occasions where you tell the love of your life to f— off moments before walking into someone’s house. Unfortunately, there wasn’t liquor at this party so the tension between us continued. The day went downhill from there. We had rented a cabin from the state park service but we couldn’t get in because I hadn’t brought the correct lock combo. We wound up going home.
Lucky spent most of her time at the party making other kids cry or begging for food. She even honed in on a stash of Girl Scout cookies kept in a dining room corner.
From left to right, this picture features Alek, Molly, Arthur, Chloe and of course Jade.