Home Again

We made it home in under 7 hours.  I do like flying Icelandair.  We flew economy and still had plenty of leg room.  It was not full, so no one sat in our aisle seat.  We didn’t buy their food because we had leftovers from our stay in the apartment.  We did have to buy one of their beers though because it was a limited edition to celebrate their 737.  It was nice and we kept the cans.

When we arrived back in Anchorage we made it through immigration rather fast because most of the people on the flight were not the US.  Waiting for our luggage took longer than in the regular airport.  In Anchorage we have a smaller building that is used for all international flights.

Then we got to customs where we were asked did we have any wine, sausage or cheese, good thing they didn’t say beer, we answered no and left the building.  Our friend, Judie Wolfe, was there to get us. We stopped by the house and dropped of the luggage and picked up Dusty, our son, to go to Red Robin for a hamburger since it was 4th of July. I was not going to BBQ after that trip.

It was wonderful sleeping in our own bed last night.

 

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Fred and M

I met Fred and M many years ago.  Fred was in the military with my late husband, Baggy, also known as Stuart Bagot.  I got along with them great and we all became great friends. I spent time with them after Baggy’s death and it helped me a lot.  I wanted them to meet my new husband, so I asked if we could come visit while we were in the United Kingdom.  They said of course, so the trip was planned.

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Fred who’s real name is Andrew Graeme was a very close friend of Baggy’s.  Baggy had trained him up in II Para.  All of the unit seemed to earn nicknames.  Baggy got his because he was so skinny that his uniform hung on him like a bag of shit.  Fred got his because he could swim really good and hold his breath for 2 minutes.  His sergeant started calling him Freddy the Fish, so he became Fred.  They had not seen each other for many years because Freddy had gone AWOL.  Baggy said his Lieutenant would keep calling him into headquarters and telling him that he had got a post card from his friend. Then after Fred moved around for a lot of years he settled in Germany where he met M.  Many years later they moved to Scotland and started the recording studio.  He got hold of Baggy in Blackpool and their friendship was rekindled.

Fred has done many things in his life but he mainly worked in the music industry.  He has been an editor, truck driver, written many articles, taught I believe for a while too.  He is a fantastic cook.  I love going to visit just to eat his cooking.  He also likes spending time on the internet, as you can see in the above photo, but he does enjoy playing with his outside toys; tractor, digger, chainsaw and such things.  He is always good for a laugh.

Mechthild Graeme better know as M is probably the closest friend I have.  She was born and raised in Germany.  We have just always got along great.  She is also one of the smartest woman I know.  She like Fred has done many things in her life.  She was a DJ for years.  She worked for some American company for a very long time too.  Of course, she is the business side of the recording studio.  She knows three languages, German, English and Gaelic.  She decided if she was going to live in Scotland she should learn Gaelic.  She is now teaching English as a second language to people online.  M just can’t stay still.  The other day when we took a relaxing day she did too, but for her that meant working in the yard.  She is an amazing woman who I am very proud to call my friend.

Besides Fred taking us all over the highlands to show us the sights and making us wonderful meals we put a big dent in the 32 gallons of beer that Fred had made.  We also played Malefitz which is a German board game.  We had to teach David how to play because he had never even heard of it.  That is what we usually did after dinner.  On the norm the women usually won but one night Fred won.  I have never seen him get so excited.  We will never hear the end of it.  Poor David though never did win.  We have so many laughs playing this game.  We also had to have David watch Funny Bones which is a movie that takes place in Blackpool.

Thanks guys for all the fun!

 

Alice the Chicken Dog

When I say chicken dog I don’t mean that she herds the chickens together or that she eats chickens.  I mean she is afraid of everything.  She is a 100 pounds and is scared of everything.  If you change something in the house she is afraid of it.  She won’t go in the kitchen because that scares her.  She hates going to my daughter’s because of the wood floors also scare her.  We were camping one time and this tiny dog came running out of the grass barking at her and she took off running.  I was out walking her one day in the winter and some other dogs came up to take a sniff.  She took off running and it was icy, so try to guess what happened.  I slide on the ice and fall on the road.  I hit my butt and head.  My glasses go flying off my face which I didn’t know until I got to the park and couldn’t read something. When I got back to the place I fell they had been run over.  She is getting better since she has been out hiking, as far as other dogs are concerned.  We were going down all these steps to go look at the Yukon river and she got halfway down the steps turned, ran back to the van.  On the same trip we stopped at a place to get a closer look at the Yukon River.  There was a really cool bridge you had to walk across.  She didn’t think so, but with David pushing the back-end and me pulling the front end we got her across.  Then going back across she was fine.  Anyway she is still the best dog ever.  I am glad my son, Dusty, is staying at the house to take care of her while we are gone.

 

5 HOURS AND COUNTING

Smoking and Trucking

I don’t know how many of you have kids out there but I have five, 3 boys and 2 girls.  They age from 44 to 35 this year.  You know we all love our kids no matter what stupid things they do.  Of course, I have to remember the dumb things I did when I was young and survived.  The boys as they grew older slowly got their head out of there; oh what would you call it, Oh yea ASS!  Anyway so my youngest finally got his head out and just got out 6 months of rehab.  We are all very proud of him for this.  So he has decided that he should not drive until he gets his license back.  I guess he decided seven years without was probably enough because those driving without a license fines and jail time was not fun.  So we were helping him get a truck today so he can get his interlock in it and then he can get his license.  Anyway he finds a $800 truck he wants. We take him over to look at it and he buys it.  I am thinking great we can get everything done before we leave on Monday.   I call about getting the interlock put in and am told that because it is almost closing time and a holiday weekend they won’t be open again until Tuesday. Then we found out that he has to take the driving part again in his truck with the interlock in because it has been so long. Which means he is going to have to fix the passenger seat because the back of it is in the back seat.  The truck needed an alternator, so we took him to pick that up.  We go back to the truck and he puts it in.  We jump it and of course, it is empty.  Off to the gas station with David, my husband, driving and me following.  We gas up and get onto Diamond, a main street in Anchorage, Alaska, at rush hour.  What happens then you ask?  It dies at a stop light.  I have to pull up next to them, so they can try to jump it. I now have blocked the turn lane and have now pissed off tons of people because  they can’t get a round us. So the guys decide we will pull it with out Subaru Outback.  All we have is some nylon rope that they have doubled and got us tied together.  As we start off the rope breaks.  They fix it and we get pulled into the nearest parking lot.  After tightening up connections and charging the battery the guys get it running.  We are off again home.  Oh yea, I forgot to mention that the guy that had the truck had a ton too much oil in it, so it is smoking to high heaven.  So we have smoke going everywhere and then this guy in a convertible goes zooming past us.  I am thinking I bet you are trying to get out of the smoke.  I remember driving down some Interstate one time and saw signs that said don’t drive into the smoke.  I could never figure out what that sign meant but now I am wondering if it has something to do with this.  Anyway, the truck is home.  My son then says I think things are starting to go my way!

 

THREE DAYS AND COUNTING

First Story

My story about Potter Marsh is going to be published next month on travelpostmonthly.com  I am excited to see it in actual print or I guess I would say digital.  This is a start to my new career and life.  Now if I can start making enough money that David can stop driving school bus it would be great.  Talking about that if you are interested in buy any of our photos you can find them here:

https://david-crewdson.pixels.com/

Well this afternoon I will start gathering things for David’s suitcase and hiding his green short shorts.  I will let him have a choice in some things, like I looked at his swim trunks.  I picked through all 4 and narrowed it down for him to 2 that he wouldn’t look like a nerd. So he does have choices.

Five Days to Go!