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This is just a reminder, shrimp is better complimented by white wine, not red. I am pulling a Sacks (a restaurant where friends work in Anchorage; I go there to write and socialize, can you imagine which one I am better at?) So, here I am, after filling our four 5-gallon water containers, wanting to write, not sure what to write. I am wearing my glasses so this means I can type longer, (better screen to eye situation) however, honestly I do believe I am in a slump. There are some construction workers to my left and in between us are some shrimp in too much butter; going home to Chris soon.

This is how I realize i am still a product of the city: the owner at the laundry mat wanted to explain to me how the dryer works and I just wanted to shove multiple quarters in the slot and get out of there; I had water to get and writing to get through. I was meanwhile thinking (as he over-explained the mechanics of the machine), wow, I have very little patience for a person who lives without electricity. What does that say about me, about Grace? I guess it says that although I think I am patient, I am not. This goes for my writing career too. I want to be published and have entered this many (holding up four fingers) projects in a year. Whoa is me. Time to get my ass in gear. Wait, I have been saying that for a few years. It'll happen. For now...I need patience...and a glass of white wine. Bartender!

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Just wanted to show you the scene 

Tonight, I realized that I have a particular definition for when I do not put on my down jacket to go outside as of late. It will be 30 below zero tonight, the boyfriend is grumpy, and well, I taught a baby-sitters class today, so as I sit here with tea, I thought I might chat about pee. Yep, that's the topic today, the real one. You see, funny thing is that when I need to run outside to relieve my bladder, I rarely put my coat on. If I am in a t-shirt for sleeping, I sometimes put on long underwear or polypropylene sweats. However, seriously ladies, what is the point? As soon as I am where I need to be, the pants are coming off. So yes, I pee in 30 below, and no it doesn't freeze before it hits the snow. And no we do not have plumbing. I do put my coat on, however, to get the wood for the wood stove. Hope you're laughing.

I am currently at the Talkeetna Public Library. I've posted some fliers about the Red Cross Classes I will be teaching on Sundays in town. Now I am here, and I have been piddling. I checked out a few websites, my favorite being this one: http://www.jaqgreenspon.com/captainjaq/Adventures/Adventures.html Love it. I am partial too, because the owner of the site came to Alaska and was such a kind person to have met, cool too, extremely cool. 

Someone asked me today if I had the winter blues. I don't think so, however, these things can sneak up on you. I walked over three miles this morning and have been classic skiing about two miles daily. Exercise is the key, so is keeping it real,. writing as much as possible, and throwing an occasional snowball. Also, I have not been drinking wine or beer for the past month; my system craves tea. I will indulge in a glass of wine or cold beer when the time is right. A break has been good for the body. Thanks for reading. As for the winter blues, it is probably because I miss you. Seriously, drop me a note. (lilginks@yahoo.com). Ciao.

  I had spoken with my mom earlier; she had called to wish me a super Tuesday; I cut her off explaining that we have a caucus in this state, not an election. Our Primary is in August. She asked me if there was anything I wanted to tell her; this is how she asks me what I have been up to. It is interesting really, because, nothing at this time is new; I am still living with my partner/boyfriend, I still bring in wood for the wood stove, use the outhouse and help fill up the generator now and then; nothing much. I enjoy it, simplicity, I just wonder if I have driven her away. These are thoughts I share, hope all is well
  She is in Georgia, I am in Alaska; the differences are vast. I hope the relationship does not develop a void that wide.

Biking on ice is like fishing for sharks. In other words, I am excited about fishing but it can be a little bit dangerous, ya know. As in, what if I fall in, will they be hungry? Or, that big chunk of ice, will it propel my bicycle into the road? These are things I think about. Oh, and then there is the fact that it has been 3-12 degrees Fahrenheit above freezing; this is colder going the fast pace that I go when I ride. And, it's dark, to work and from work, it's dark, night all around, me without reflectors, cursing my feet because "it's cold."

Can I say I am a stud? I have them on my bike tires. Does that make me one myself. Will I make it home tonight before I become a popsicle? We'll see. Tune in next time. Ride on.