A journalist observes life in the far north.
In Alec’s absence, I used his side of the bed as a wardrobe catchall, mostly because I am too lazy to put away my clothes.
I have actually wondered how much it would cost to hire someone to put away my clothes and would they mind sweeping the floor too?
The mound beside me on this bed has grown quite large and it came to seem reassuring. It’s unnerving having open space beside you where there should be a man. So I slept with my green Banana Republic polyester coat, my purple corduroys, an Old Navy jacket, jeans shorts, blouses, slacks, T-shirts etc.
As I type this, Alec is sitting in the Beijing airport, killing time before catching a flight to San Francisco. He arrives stateside at noon Wednesday and he’ll see about getting to Alaska. Maybe he’ll be home as soon as Thursday.
I know I should do something about this giant mound of clothes. For one, I don’t want Alec to get a good sense of the size of my wardrobe because I buy clothes all the time. So far I’ve managed to keep it discreet.
I’m a bit nervous about Alec’s homecoming. In a Facebook chat, I asked him: Is he the same man? Will things go back to normal here on Murphy Dome?
Yes and yes, he answered.