well, the bags are packed, what i can and cannot take has become obvious, and i need to go watch at least one more movie, and maybe finish a book. all in all, my alaska summer is coming to a close. there was a good bye hot dog roast for me with the kayak guides. there was a distinctly anti-climatic store closing at the liquor store, and byrne is in bed. we had a final puppet show, and there were hugs all around. i have some stout from the local brewery to drink, and some cd’s to burn. and a ferry to take and a plane to catch.
this is carsten in alaska, signing off.
my coffee is brewing, so this will be brief, but i know i havn’t posted in awhile.
my fellow kayakers had a goodbye dinner for me last night, and i have a total of 3 days left on the lake. mr. dylan is spinning on the record player, but its all about traveling places, and not staying in any one place. byrne and i are watching double features, all of this can only mean one thing…
its time to leave alaska. yep, thats right folks, the time is coming close, when the lower 48 has got to have to take me back. the key is getting there.
we have two revival shows of the liliputian puppet sideshow this friday. psychoanalysis after the apocalypse is coming around for another go. my coffee is ready. one of these days, the mug is going to finish up cracking, but not yet.
what am I doing? blogging.
it can only mean I have to be at work in half an hour, and need to go eat breakfast. A lot has happened since I last posted, the puppet show, various bears eating salmon not 15 feet from my kayak, and so on. I am fighting the good(?) fight with the biola financial aid department which just makes me all the more envious of those of you who have graduated.
and finally, before i go get breakfast, i should say that a few days a go, laura veirs came on and made me lose count while i was closing up the store. thought you should know.
off to the races.
