Unfortunately, everyone but Herb came down sick last night. Though, since Herb has battled two different kinds of cancer and is still trying to get off the feeding tube, I frankly would rather it were me than him that was sick any day. I know it’s not dysentery, but the symptoms are about the same. Last night was a bad night for Lynda, Deb and me. I’m better today but still shaky, shivery and such; the women are both miserable and do not go too far from a bathroom.
It was necessary for us to run to the store to get them stuff like crackers and ginger ale, especially in Deb’s case as she must not let her sugar fall too low. That meant we had to battle our way out into the night, neither of us at 100% but we’re what they’ve got. Unfortunately the snow had narrowed the driveway, and Lynda’s car wouldn’t start. We had to jump it with Herb’s truck, which due to the narrowed driveway couldn’t quite back out without scraping her car. It took about an hour of hacking away at ice, jumpstarting, shoveling, and so on, but we did it.
(Ever wonder how someone could build anything out of snow blocks? When it accumulates, the stuff at the bottom is more like soft ice. Just cut it up and start building.)
The point: this is how they live up here. This is normal life. Cars don’t start, snow accumulates and narrows pathways, and people battle through. This is Alaska.
And Fairbanks makes this look like cosseted, pampered living.