All Wasilla: study of the young writer, Shoshana; the girl who walked away from the school bus; raven hops off dead tree

It has been a long time since I have run one of my universe-wide famous Studies of the Young Writer, Shoshona - so here she is:

Study of the Young Writer, Shoshana, #1,000,003: she stirs my Americano.

This is the girl who walked away from the school bus. The temperature soared to 44 searing degrees today (6.7 C). Snow is melting fast.

I spotted this raven perched atop this dead tree. I stopped and waited to see if it would hop off and how it would look when it did.

Sure enough, the raven hopped off. And this is how it looked when it did.

And be sure - I have at least two more White Mountain Apache stories coming and at least four or five more from India. I intend to finish them all before the end of next week - but none tonight. 

Physically, I still feel very strange. It is still hard for me to function. It is just about 11:00 PM right now - still pretty early for me, but I cannot keep my eyes open. I cannot think. I cannot write. I will go to bed soon. Then, if tonight proves the same as every other night that I have been home - almost one week now, I will fall asleep almost immediately - a rare thing for me, but something I have done maybe every night. Then I will wake up sometime between 12:30 AM and 2:30 AM and I won't be able to go back to sleep. Tomorrow, I will once again feel like hell, just as I did today, as I did yesterday. I take Melatonin almost every night, but now it occurs to me that I ran out of Melatonin after I reached Phoenix, before I returned to Wasilla.

Maybe that is why I can't adjust.

I had better buy some Melatonin tomorrow and see if that makes a difference.

Five mundane scenes photographed this afternoon while driving through downtown Wasilla

This is one of those nights when I feel I must take a little bit of a break from blogging - not a complete break, just a little break. So I am just going to post five mundance scenes that I photographed this afternoon while driving through downtown Wasilla.

Here I am, headed towards the Post Office, directly ahead at the next intersection. I am hoping I will find a check in my box. I will be disappointed.

Here I am, approaching Wasilla Lake. Hmmm... a few hours later... right now, to be precise... I will be overcome with an irresistible urge to return to this place and buy a banana split - or at least a small cone, dipped in chocolate.

I don't know why. But I am now being overcome with such an urge. I had better hurry up and finish this post, so I can go.

Here I am, passing by Wasilla Lake.

And here is a snowplow, keeping the road clear for me.

I needed an orange, so I stopped at Carr's and bought five. On the walk back to the car, I was thrilled to see a train rolling down the track. What could be better than that? Then along came a school bus - train and school bus together - that's what.

How could a man be so fortunate as I?

Update 10:51 PM: You will notice that even though the title says "Five mundane scenes" this scene actually makes six. Earlier, I had left it out, because I figured one school bus was enough. However, I just returned from eating the banana split (I went whole hog) I bought at Dairy Queen. Things look different after you eat a banana split - it makes you feel like there should be two school buses, afterall. 

So here is this school bus, taken when I was directly in front of Metro Cafe.