Brief interlude from Loft into near present: Kalib forgives me - three studies with Thomas the Train; his brothers; the cold road
Tuesday, January 3, 2012 at 4:43PM ;)
Even as I blog my Loft Workshop experience, I want to keep this blog rooted in the near present (the absolute present already being the near present the instant we perceive it). So here are some studies of Kalib and his brothers, who spent Sunday night and all day Monday with us.
Kalib - Thomas the Train, Study # 6982 - Kalib forgives me:
Sunday night, Kalib very nicely asked me if I would get Thomas out. I did, and set him back up.
;)
Kalib - Thomas the Train, Study # 7: slowy, Kalib says:
Several times, just for fun, I tried to make Thomas go fast around the tracks - as fast as Thomas could go. "No, grandpa!" Kalib protested each time. "Slowly! Slowly!" Then he would go to the controls and slow Thomas down to as slow as Thomas could go without stopping - because Kalib loves to study Thomas as Thomas goes slowly by.
;)
Kalib - Thomas the Train, Study # 2424: Kalib did not cry:
Kalib keeps his eye on Thomas for as long as he can, but once Thomas goes by, he studies the cars that follow. Kalib has come to understand the situation. When it came time to put Thomas up and take Kalib and his bros home, Kalib did not protest. He did not cry. He did not pout.
Kalib gave me a hug. He knew that Thomas would be here waiting for him, the next time he comes to visit.
Jobezilla study # 54: He did not get to wreak havoc.
Jobezilla went to sleep very early. He slept through the entire running of Thomas the Train. He did not get to wreak havoc. He did not get to send Thomas or his cars flying all about.
Upon arising, he did, however, get to the still assembled tracks and tear them apart. He bent some of the connecters, but I am certainly I can easily bend them back.
;)
Lynxston study, # 9,999,999.999999: He sleeps in Rex's cradleboard:
Lynxton was awake for awhile, and he looked so damn cute I could hardly stand it - but I could not find my camera, which I had hidden away for safe keeping so that Jobezilla could not get to it. When finally I did find it, Lynxton was asleep in Rex's cradleboard. If any of you have access to the February, 1980, issue of National Geographic, you can see a picture of Rex in this very cradleboard, made for him by his Grandma Rose.
He is not sleeping in the picture. He is wide awake. He has a serious look on his face. I always thought National Geographic used the wrong picture, in this case. In one of the others, he was smiling big - as he was prone to do, just like Jobe is now. His mom and grandma look happier, too. But they had the ultimate say, not me, and I was just happy to be having my work featured in National Geographic. I thought my career was set, that the money would forever thereafter always be there to do any job that I wanted to do.
Lynxton's Aunt LeeAnn has made him his own white buckskin cradleboard, but she and Lavina did not manage to connect before Lynxton left Arizona back to Alaska on December 10. The new cradle has not yet arrived.
Come Monday, yesterday morning, Lavina was most anxious to get her boys back. She kept sending texts to Caleb telling him that she could hardly take the separation and was thinking about jumping in the car and coming out to get them immediately.
This made no practical sense, however, as I need to take Margie into Anchorage so she could spend the rest of the week babysitting. She could not ride back with the boys, because once they are buckled into the family car, the family present, there is no more room for Margie.
Having spent the night battling shingles and thus sleeping little (yes, the damn shingles still hangs on - not as bad, but bad enough to make good sleep hard to come by) I was slow to get going. Then, I had committed myself to starting the Loft Workshop series yesterday and it took me a little longer than normal to get that post put up.
So we got a late start to town, about 5:30. But here we are, in town, exhaust condensing in the chill air, ready to drop the boys off and then go to a movie.
;)
Now we are in the driveway of their parents. The temperature is - 8, F (-22 C). On the colder stretches of highway coming in, it had been close to -20 (-29 C). Compared to Interior and Northern Alaska, this may be relatively warm, but it is still deadly.
What a responsibility it is, to drive these little people around!
Even in warm weather, for the highway is always deadly.
What a responsibility!
God help me to always live up to this responsibility; God help me to shun road rage - even when the other driver is a total jerk who should be banned from the road.
;)
The movie was "The Descendants" with George Clooney. I would highly recommend it but with this warning - however different your home situation might be, it will put you back in the hospital or hospice rooms, or perhaps your own bedroom, with any loved one or cherished friend that you have ever been at the time of their passing.
It will put you right there.
And if you are like me, come one or two scenes, the memories will be so strong, coupled with the knowledge that you are not yet done with this life and so more such scenes await and that they could involve absolutely anyone that you love, so strong, that tears will leave your eyes and roll down your cheeks. You will not be able to stop them.
Afterwards, I dropped Margie off to babysit, gave out hugs all around and drove home. Here I am, about to go under the Palmer overpass and enter greater Wasilla.
When I pulled into my driveway, the temperature was -18 and dropping. The house was empty of humans, but there were cats moseying about. The last logs in the woodstove had nearly depleted themselves and were little more than glowing goals. The air was very chilly.
It was after midnight and I did not wish to rebuild the fire, just to heat up a house that would be empty, except for me, sleeping. I spent two hours on my computer, acccomplishing nothing, then went to bed. I piled the blankets on.
When I first climbed into bed, the blankets were so cold as to chill my entire body, feet included, but in time my body-heat warmed them up. The cats came, and burrowed their way into the blankets with me. I was so tired I wanted to do nothing but sleep, sleep, sleep - and for awhile I did. Then the shingles began to manifest themselves.
The air grew so cold as to penetrate even the thick pile of blankets I had covered myself with. Finally, somewhere between four and five AM, I got up and turned on an electric heater. I hate to do that, because the heaters really burn up the wattage, but I just could not go through the process of building a new fire at this time of morning.
I did not sleep good until it was time to get up. I did not get up. I stayed in bed until 11:30, then got up, threw a couple of logs into the fire that Caleb had built after he returned from his night shift, before going to bed himself.
Then I went to Abby's for breakfast. It was midafternoon when I returned home, the warmest part of the day. The temperature in the driveway stood at -16 (-27 C). I have not checked, but it some of the colder parts of Alaska, I would not be at all surprised to learn that temperature are 30, 40, or even 50 degrees colder than this.
So I am way behind. But still, I will post another Loft workshop entry.
This one will be easy. It will cover our first get-together, really just a short social gathering. So for this one, I do not have much to work with. It won't be that hard to get up.
So check back in about four hours. Maybe five. Possibly six.
Right now, I am going to go to Metro and get my afternoon coffee.
Reader Comments (4)
I suffer from shingles too, only I get them on my eyelid and right side of my face. They only come when I'm under a lot of stress. I dealt with a bout of them just before Christmas. So painful!
It is currently -33F here in the interior. I live in North Pole. I was starting to get used to our mild December. This cold snap (-40F this morning) was a shock to the system. At least we're getting daylight back.
I just recently found your blog. I enjoy your photos and your stories.
Susan
-15C here in New Brunswick this morning...no snow :(. Great pictures of your beautiful grandsons, Jobe looks so much like his Mom. I think i might pass on the Movie, i think i would be a sobbing mess in the theatre .
Susan - We are fellow sufferers. For sure, stress and exhaustion brought it on. Maybe I still have too much stress and exhaustion. I hope it warms up a bit for you, soon - but not like December. That was too ridiculous.
Twain - -15 C sounds pretty warm right now, but I'm glad you finally go some cold weather. I hope you have snow, too. Or soon will. Yes, the movie would be hard. Someday, maybe, but don't worry about it now.
Twain2 mentioned just what I was going to comment on: In that picture, Jobe looks so much like his mother that it's uncanny. Hang in there, stay warm, and get some pictures of the trees covered in rime frost (those pictures of the icy fog make me just KNOW the trees will be lovely!).