The snow let up last night, but it was snowing again this morning, same old, same old, big flat light flakes falling from the sky alternating with smaller round, little heavy flakes. And so, normally I would look at the snow and consider the conditions (nasty) and say, to hell with it, but no, I decided to go to town.

After all, I had important things to do.

Pete also had to go to town – after all, he has a paying job. I decided that I would follow him. He wanted me to be in front of him. I didn’t quite understand his reasoning, something to do with him not seeing me if I went off the

Winter biking is almost over for the season

road. My reasoning was that he would see me if I went off the road. I got my way, and I did follow him. It was not that my logic trumped his; but rather, that I was more insistent than he was.

So I happily followed him. Pete and I both drove very slow on unplowed Murphy Road -- it was like scooching along in lard. The borough plows our road and the state plows Buffalo Mine Road. The state did plow Buffalo Mine Road – I think they do this, not because the sheer number of residencies dictate that this should be done; but rather, because it’s a damn dangerous road, especially if coming off of the Glenn Highway, you are on the right. The road is twisty windy and there are drop offs. One day I was attempting to determine if a bird overhead was an eagle, and I nearly went off the road. Phew. You go over the cliff and it’s curtains.

We live in the foothills of the Talkeetna Range and so we get snow and down in town they do not. The Glenn Highway was clear, and it was not snowing.

We went to U-Haul and picked up the Chinese Immersion books and more kids’ books. I took the latter to the Meeting House after going to the Palmer Senior Center membership meeting.

The less said about the membership meeting the better. There was just a smattering of seniors there – the rest were board members. Nothing has been done, nothing will be done. There isn’t a lunch program and there isn’t going to be one. I joked that they ought to turn the gift shop into a soup kitchen.

Today, at the Meeting House, Pam, a new volunteer, and I cleaned books. I boxed up three more boxes of books for Barrow.

I had to work fast because the Palmer Arts Council needed to use the long table for a board meeting. Nothing has been done, nothing will be done. That is also their unspoken motto. I talked with one board member beforehand, for a long, long, time. It was a waste of time because he knew nothing.

I drove home – and once again, the closer I got to home, the greater the snowfall. Lots of snow here.

I am staying home tomorrow. I need a day off.

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