The horror of becoming an Alaskan snow bird
With just two words Kurtz said it best in ‘Apocalypse Now’….”The Horror”
I have often stared into that darkening void
and seen the horror that awaits me and now I have arrived.
For years as I watched many Alaskans leave the state each winter and head South
for it’s comforting warmth I would say, in my best John Wayne voice,
you don’t deserve to call yourself an Alaskan.
Now it is I who must bare the weight of this mockery.
Those of you who were readers of my blog last year remember I went to Texas in December to be with my grandchildren. You also probably remember a number of my postings from Texas were ‘different’ than what you have come to expect from this old Curmudgeon. Well I will be heading once again to the Lone Star state in December and I have no idea of what I will be writing about this winter but I can assure you some postings will be about my interaction with my grandchildren. I hope you bear with me during my time of ‘mellowness’ then in the new year I will return as irritated and ill tempered as always.
I also wish to welcome and address the many new people who have stopped by the blog. On the subject of comments… I have an entire page to express my feelings and opinions and feel the comments section is for you the reader to express your opinion, be it pro or con, on what I have written. I do read all comments but rarely use the comments section for a reply, instead I endeavor to reply via email. I thank you for visiting and I hope you find something of interest within its many categories.
Because I hold to no regular schedule for new postings, (especially) when I am away, I do suggest that you click on the ‘Bear‘ button bellow the ‘Moose mail subscriptions‘ heading and you will be notified when a new posting is published. This not only helps you know when I have something new to say but WordPress also thinks having more followers is a way to distinguish which blogs are more interesting than others. Having more followers is for me one way I may have my postings moved to the ‘freshly pressed’ front page section.
In no way do I think it is a horror to spend Christmas with my grandchildren
but I will feel like a wimp sitting by the pool in shorts and t-shirt
knowing back home the only warmth you are feeling
is the heat from the wood stove.