BUSH DIARY DECEMBER 1992:
Taking Thursday the 10th off for my "borough" sanctioned holiday.
I got to Anchorage Monday morning for Computer Site Manager training at ANMC. I must go shopping, lost a little weight and need some clothes.
Social Scene in Barrow. The local theater group is putting "The Good Doctor" by Neil Simon and there is a dance at the Lion's club the same night. Hope there isn't a riot at either spot.
Glo Andrews is having open house party at her house the 18th. She ordered a bunch of Costco stuff to show her daughter, Wanda, what a party in Barrow should be like. There will not be liquor so she probably won't make the papers.
I have been invited for Christmas to Heidi Mau's apartment. She is the pharmacist who routinely fills 300 scrips a day with a smile. We will have potluck and play Trivial Pursuit and Pictionary.
Lunar eclipse: Wednesday 12-9-92 we saw the lunar eclipse. It was very pretty seeing an arctic eclipse. The full moon's are so beautiful up here. This one was spectacular.
The Play: Last night I went to the 8pm showing of "The Good Doctor" by Neil Simon. The play consisted of 7 or 8 skits. All set in early Russia. The funniest skit came in the skit entitled "Defenseless creature". This rather large and florid woman stalks into the local bank determined to secure the money coming to her husband (who has been ill for the past five months with a nervous condition and has been fired from his job). The banker is a bit frail himself, suffering from at attack of gout and he cannot see how his bank has any obligation to the "Defenseless creature." The wife persists however sitting on his top had and generally destroying his office and the banker's sense of an orderly world. At one point in the dialog, she is demonstrating how hard she has been working caring for her sisters sick children, nursing them "all through the night" at which point she clutched her rather large bosom demonstratively. Someone in the audience gasped quite audibly, "Oh my Gawd!" The audience erupted in laughter and it took a few minutes to die down enough to allow the play to continue.
The cast had worked hard for three months and did a fine job, no fluffed lines as far as I could tell and there was only one curtain call because it takes a good five minutes up get all dressed up in the many layers of Arctic cold weather gear. I do not participate in theatrics, because God meant for me to be the best damn audience that I could. I can clap very well if so needed.
Week of Dec 14, went to Anchoragua. Spend four days absorbing high tech stuff absorbing stuff regarding Altos and RPMS system. I learned a lot of stuff but also learned that unfortunately any physical improvements to the Barrow system are about two years down the road. So that means a lot of "Landing the plane because the pilot had a heart attack" scenarios. I have lots of cheat sheets and phone numbers. Oy.
Oh and it's official Tim Alden and I are writing and talking on the phone a lot. This could be a very nice relationship. It has been a couple decades for me. So looking forward to becoming better acquainted.
Merry Christmas! Charlie called and he has been working 12 hour shifts 5 to 6 days a week. We chatted and got caught up. He thinks he will be able to get a car next month to make job hunting easier when the "Chimney sweep" season ends in February. Did not know there was a season.
Went to Lois Crawfords apartment for a friendly get together. As happens in such places some story telling is done. She told the following tale handed down from a Colorado uncle of a few generations ago.
One of the local characters a large redheaded woman of strong jaw, strong jaw and strong opinions married one itty bitty dried up cowpoke.
A wedding dance was held. She was the belle of the ball in her wedding best and white socks. One of the dances was romping along pretty well when suddenly the bride went ass-over-teakettle in the middle of the dance floor.
In the shocked silence, a whispery voice was heard, "Lordy! The big sorrel with the white socks is down in the herd!"
One of those oft told tales that persist in families for generations.
I have a couple of them myself. One from Missouri is a young girl cousin being berated by her mother for holes in her underwear, "Julie, I do believe you have a buzz saw in your pants!".
And a personal one, one of my cowboy uncles who worked on ranches most of his life came to visit one time and he hadn't seen me in a few years and he greeted me with, "Well it looks like you wintered up pretty good!" Um, I was speechless.
The local Mini Mall was broken into, some kids trashed the place, I go there for my diet program and hair cuts. We will see what happens in future.
That's it for December 1992.
Taking Thursday the 10th off for my "borough" sanctioned holiday.
I got to Anchorage Monday morning for Computer Site Manager training at ANMC. I must go shopping, lost a little weight and need some clothes.
Social Scene in Barrow. The local theater group is putting "The Good Doctor" by Neil Simon and there is a dance at the Lion's club the same night. Hope there isn't a riot at either spot.
Glo Andrews is having open house party at her house the 18th. She ordered a bunch of Costco stuff to show her daughter, Wanda, what a party in Barrow should be like. There will not be liquor so she probably won't make the papers.
I have been invited for Christmas to Heidi Mau's apartment. She is the pharmacist who routinely fills 300 scrips a day with a smile. We will have potluck and play Trivial Pursuit and Pictionary.
Lunar eclipse: Wednesday 12-9-92 we saw the lunar eclipse. It was very pretty seeing an arctic eclipse. The full moon's are so beautiful up here. This one was spectacular.
The Play: Last night I went to the 8pm showing of "The Good Doctor" by Neil Simon. The play consisted of 7 or 8 skits. All set in early Russia. The funniest skit came in the skit entitled "Defenseless creature". This rather large and florid woman stalks into the local bank determined to secure the money coming to her husband (who has been ill for the past five months with a nervous condition and has been fired from his job). The banker is a bit frail himself, suffering from at attack of gout and he cannot see how his bank has any obligation to the "Defenseless creature." The wife persists however sitting on his top had and generally destroying his office and the banker's sense of an orderly world. At one point in the dialog, she is demonstrating how hard she has been working caring for her sisters sick children, nursing them "all through the night" at which point she clutched her rather large bosom demonstratively. Someone in the audience gasped quite audibly, "Oh my Gawd!" The audience erupted in laughter and it took a few minutes to die down enough to allow the play to continue.
The cast had worked hard for three months and did a fine job, no fluffed lines as far as I could tell and there was only one curtain call because it takes a good five minutes up get all dressed up in the many layers of Arctic cold weather gear. I do not participate in theatrics, because God meant for me to be the best damn audience that I could. I can clap very well if so needed.
Week of Dec 14, went to Anchoragua. Spend four days absorbing high tech stuff absorbing stuff regarding Altos and RPMS system. I learned a lot of stuff but also learned that unfortunately any physical improvements to the Barrow system are about two years down the road. So that means a lot of "Landing the plane because the pilot had a heart attack" scenarios. I have lots of cheat sheets and phone numbers. Oy.
Oh and it's official Tim Alden and I are writing and talking on the phone a lot. This could be a very nice relationship. It has been a couple decades for me. So looking forward to becoming better acquainted.
Merry Christmas! Charlie called and he has been working 12 hour shifts 5 to 6 days a week. We chatted and got caught up. He thinks he will be able to get a car next month to make job hunting easier when the "Chimney sweep" season ends in February. Did not know there was a season.
Went to Lois Crawfords apartment for a friendly get together. As happens in such places some story telling is done. She told the following tale handed down from a Colorado uncle of a few generations ago.
One of the local characters a large redheaded woman of strong jaw, strong jaw and strong opinions married one itty bitty dried up cowpoke.
A wedding dance was held. She was the belle of the ball in her wedding best and white socks. One of the dances was romping along pretty well when suddenly the bride went ass-over-teakettle in the middle of the dance floor.
In the shocked silence, a whispery voice was heard, "Lordy! The big sorrel with the white socks is down in the herd!"
One of those oft told tales that persist in families for generations.
I have a couple of them myself. One from Missouri is a young girl cousin being berated by her mother for holes in her underwear, "Julie, I do believe you have a buzz saw in your pants!".
And a personal one, one of my cowboy uncles who worked on ranches most of his life came to visit one time and he hadn't seen me in a few years and he greeted me with, "Well it looks like you wintered up pretty good!" Um, I was speechless.
The local Mini Mall was broken into, some kids trashed the place, I go there for my diet program and hair cuts. We will see what happens in future.
That's it for December 1992.
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