This Week Really

should have been postponed until further notice. The total amount of suckitude was a bit over the top, at least on Monday.

It started when the ice storm hit ... and everyone who had a bad experience (i.e., most everyone) decided that somehow I should have been able to ease it for them.


I finally started reminding folks that this really is Alaska, and it might be time to exhibit just the slightest bit of self-reliance.

Oh, the streetlights are out?  You have two choices:

a) panic, fuss, and cuss, or
b) pull a small flashlight out of your pocket or purse, and use it to find your way to the entrance.

What, you don't have a flashlight? I wonder whose fault that is ...


Omigosh, the parking lot/sidewalk/street is slick. Once again, it's choice time:

a) fall & go splat, or
b) invest in a set of stretchy ice cleats, and walk carefully from vehicle to work.


Sheesh.


Unless your name is Trixie and you have a close personal friend named Sunbeam, it might be time to cowboy up & accept some responsibility.



But never mind. The short week makes all bad things fade, and it's all good in the long run. So y'all have a great & safe Thanksgiving ... and remember Who it is that we're thanking.