80 degrees, high winds and flying dust; sleepy, preachy, dollar bill shows up at Metro - Carmen can't get rid of it

When I pulled up to the Metro window today, Carmen showed me this

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The "Daily Moose" makes a another brief return; Martina cooks some Abby-quality hashbrowns

Last night, I briefly stepped out of my office, passed through the near corner of our

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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.

I take a break from the Loft to take Margie to town and to eat at Abby's

Yesterday, I had to drive Margie to Anchorage so she could babysit the boys. Thanks to the Martin Luther King holiday, I was able to keep her for an extra day this week. She had to be there no later than 9:30 AM, so we were headed out of Wasilla by 8:30 AM.

Crews were busy cleaning snow from the roads.

We followed the waning moon toward Anchorage.

I found Kalib and Lynx studying each other as Al Sharpton pontificated in the background.

I lingered through much of the day to nap and take care of some things, then I began the drive out of Anchorage. I stopped for gas with one mile to go before empty.

A moose ran alongside the freeway.

This cop had pulled someone over. Now he was getting out of his car to go talk to the driver. Maybe he was going to write a ticket. I don't know. Perhaps he just wanted someone to talk to. Perhaps he wanted to make a bet on who would win the Super Bowl this year.

Maybe he wrote the driver a ticket, or gave the driver a warning and said, "don't do that again!"

Whatever "that" was.

Speeding, I would suspect.

But I don't know.

Things are not always as they appear.

Whatever it was, the driver probably did not think it was fair. "Unmarked car!" the driver probaby muttered to the driver. "Is this what I pay my taxes for, so cops can prowl around in unmarked cars and ticket people who would not even have been speeding if the cop had been in a marked car? Unfair! Unfair!"

I'm pretty sure that's what the driver muttered to the driver.

Come dinner time, I could find nothing handy to eat. So I went to Abby's, where I discovered that I, the camera man, was on camera. And see that aloe vera plant in the window? What I did not know when I took this picture is that it was gift for Margie and me, from Arlene Warrior.

When we visited her just before Christmas to pick up the atikluks, we admired her aloe vera plants. And now she had given us one.

This morning, I did not want to cook oatmeal and Caleb was watching TV, which was OK, because I had planned to go to breakfast at Abby's anyway. Here is Shelly, reflected in the window, just before she cooked an omelette for me.

Abby was not there.

I took a walk. This dog came and barked at me. I don't know this dog. I don't know why he would bark at me. I am good to all dogs.

A C-130 Hercules flew over.

When I went to the post office to check my mail and get Visa photos taken for my upcoming trip to India, I found a bill from my doctor for the visit that I had made in early November when I was diagnosed with shingles. I decided that I had better go pay it right away before I forgot again and while I still had some money left.

Along the way, I got to photograph two school buses at once.

It was a terribly exciting day here in Wasilla.

So exciting I damn near had a heart attack.

The doctor's office is just ahead. 

Now that I have updated the near-present a bit, I will return to working on my David Alan Harvey Loft series.