Moving The Cat

The whole view from my deck.

Yesterday the Homer High boys soccer team pitched in and got the bulk of my stuff up to the new condo. Today I finished it up and moved the cat. You can move the cat but that doesn’t mean the cat has moved. She is still exploring and deciding whether she’ll allow it.

Tomorrow is return to old condo for cleaning day. Hopefully, Maddy will get used to the place by Sunday when I leave for the reunion tour. I hate to leave so shortly after turning her life upside down. She will probably convince the lady feeding her while I’m gone to take her home. Either that or she’ll save up her pissedofftitude to vent on me after I get back.

As you can see, the weather is perfect for traveling.

CRUISE CONTROL

Have you ever gotten two traffic tickets in less than an hour? For the same exact violation? On the same road (50 miles apart)? In Alaska? As Han would say,”It’s not my fault”.

You see, my car was made last century and doesn’t have cruise control. So it is not my fault that my foot and my car are most comfortable at 64 mph. I am now thinking that an after market cruise control would be economically wise. Or, I could just work on my instrument cross check.

Oh well, it is just money; soon I’ll be rid of all that extra money and I can settle down to the post stimulus phase of retirement. Otherwise known as life at the senior home.

Meanwhile, (as Colbert would say) I am moving.

Not out of Homer, just up the street a little. In one week I’m set to close on the purchase of a condominium with a decent view and still close in t0 town. All boxes are checked, i’s crossed and t’s dotted.

I’m setting up the boys high school soccer team to provide the muscle. That’s mainly because it is a three story walkup and if I recruited the old guys I know, it would probably kill them. If you hear a story about the old geezer that finally bought the perfect home with a view, only to die of a heart attack on the day he moves in…….

I plan to last until I run out of money or can’t make it up the stairs any more. Or about five years, whichever comes first.

Here is a link to Zillow for the property last year. I looked at it then, but since the property HOA isn’t listed with the VA, I couldn’t get a VA loan. My realtor arranged a one time listing for me this year as it wasn’t listed but she knew that I was still interested.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/152-Mountain-View-Dr-APT-4-Homer-AK-99603/248734014_zpid/

If you want to look it up the address is:  152 Mountain View Ave #4 (viewed from the street, it is on the upper left).

The current schedule gives me a little more than a week to get moved and settle in the cat before I head out on the reunion tour. No pressure, I’ve been packing for two weeks and I think I’ll make it.

Looks like the weather will be perfect.

Travel

Got two more reunions to go so I’ll squeeze in some grandkid time in between. These photos have nothing to do with that; they are just old favorites of mine that I just got digitized.

 

This is how you catch fish, without dynamite that is.

Got to get ready for the reunion tour. It starts the last week in May and goes to July twoth.

We already are well into breakup with sunshine forecasted all week. It looks like May on the last day in March.

One last thing. I don’t think I’ll be writing under the influence of THC for a while. As you may have noticed, I don’t seem to be writing as much. It stands to reason that if you wait until you are stoned to write, you might get distracted.

Find your perfect weather, good luck. Talk to y’all later.

Welcome to the Grand Reopening

Sorry this took so long, I’ve been fighting with photos.

Friday was the first day of business at the Wild Honey Bistro since the remodel.

Meet the staff. First the owner and brains behind the concept. Melody, formerly known as “M”.

The second in command and chief Cafe Wench, Liz.

Another Cafe Wench, Mandy w/Melody

And the unofficial mayor of Old Town, Eli.

There is more staff but no photos yet. The Bistro is located in the “Old Town” section of town in some very old buildings.

This is the alternate dining area. With inside and out tables and a great view of the outer bay. This is the entrance to the Cafe.

And the view from inside.

We built 12 new small tables that can be moved together for large parties. Then we built the bench seating all around. That, with the wainscoting, mirrors, new art work and paint gave the whole place a new look.

 

 

There are plans to paint the bench seats black or gray. We also replaced the tall tables with one long tall table that will be the most popular seating in the house.

The project almost doubled the seating capacity and made the whole layout more flexible and inviting.

The Bistro fills a unique niche in the breakfast/lunch restaurants in Homer by offering gourmet cuisine. They can make any of your favorite dishes in a crepe and absolutely astound your taste buds. All dishes can be gluten free and are made from fresh, local foods whenever possible.

I have been on a diet of Bistro food for a while now and I have lost weight with huge portions. Doesn’t get any better. Unless you add in the Mimosa menu.

This may not be heaven, but we are just down the road.

And our weather is perfect!

Just ask Eli. Y’all come by anytime.

I Survived!

It was touch and go for a while but I survived two runs at Alyeska. At that point my muscles said, ” If you try one more run, we will revolt”. Actually, they refused to do my bidding in the bottom half of the second run. Good thing I didn’t waste time with conditioning exercises before the trip.

Turns out that I wasn’t really needed for guinea pig duties as much as I’d planned. We did do some interesting booze tolerance and hangover remedy experiments. It seems that my booze tolerance at time of consumption is fairly normal. I apparently have many areas in hangover treatment that could use improvement. Obviously, more research is necessary.

There was excellent scenery with clear skies every day. It snowed the day before we drove up to Girdwood and high pressure moved in behind it.

This was sunrise the day before we left.

Our intrepid travelers.

The Chugach mountains along Summit Lake.

And The Turnagain Arm from the Six Glaciers restaurant at Alyeska.

Back home now and to work finishing up the cafe remodel.

Weather should be perfect.

A Business Trip

Time to see if I’m ready to travel, baby steps.

As I am now working for food, I’ve decided to take a little business trip before completing the current remodel at the cafe. The purpose of the trip for “M” will be to complete research into new foods and unique local sources, like lamb or wine. My purpose will be to continue my roll as guinea pig for new concoctions and assisting in various taste tests while attempting to survive one day of skiing in Alyeska without breaking, bruising, tearing or completely destroying the only body I’ve got. Hell, I’ll settle for one run.

Hopefully, I will provide valuable input when performing my guinea pig duties while dining at the Double Husky. If I lose that gig I’m not sure I can get by with just my dishwasher skills. Just today I was reminded that my position description was as the number two guinea pig, with the number one being the dog. That is one lucky dog.

Y’all stay warm, it is 41 degrees here at 8:00 AM. I’m told it colder in many places down there.

Photographic proof of life to follow, I hope.

Prepare For Departure

First I must offer a quick apology to those of you who don’t appreciate my constant use of an aviation analogy to describe my journey. That would be because here comes the first of what I’m hoping will be a whole lot more in the future.

I’m also going to be trying a few new things. For a few years now I have been using THC to help sleep better and longer. This is a nice replacement for the two or three drinks I used to use to help in falling asleep. The problems with the drinking solution I found far more threatening than the risks of two hits of weed just before bed.

The new thing that I am trying now is writing these chronicles between hits. Nothing gets published without several reviews so the final product shouldn’t be too hard to take, but the bulk of the narration will be written while stoned.

Here’s the thing. I’m doing this for me. If any of you don’t feel comfortable watching, please tell me. I won’t be offended and hope neither will any of you, but let me know if you want off the mailing list.

So. Homer is definitely the place. I can tell because I’m making new friends and not looking forward to crossing the border wall that Alaska developers have built along the entire 1,500+ miles of the Alaska/Canada border. Most people haven’t heard of our wall. That is mostly because you have been distracted for the last two years and it was funded entirely by Alaskan developers (plus a large donation from the Alaskan NRA).

That, and the fact that it is invisible. It consists entirely of dark matter and acts as a one way barrier to liberals only. They can get into Canada but, like a certain hotel in California, they may never leave. But let’s get back to my favorite subject, you may select any of the following:

  1.  Me         2) Sex        3) Flying         D) Women     E) All of the above, together in a hot tub      full of warm coconut oil

OK, “E” it is then.

I came to Alaska to die. Hopefully, not for a while yet. It is not as morbid as it sounds. I had a Will prepared, set up finances to take care of all scheduled income and debts, and asked my PTSD group to discuss end of life issues. Then I settled in to a pleasant routine of getting out to walk or bike or beach comb. There are tons of football matches and even though I will never watch all the content available on Netflix, I looked forward to trying. Yes, past tense.

Life was good. I had one more trip outside and then I could relax and live out the rest of my days exploring Homer, AK. Except for the Northwest Passage cruise, that is.

This is the point where someone hits the pause button and our hero comes out to center stage to deliver a short narrative. Problem is, this story is getting longer but that’s a good thing. This story begins with, “Then I met “M”.

Our paths were destined to cross. M owns and operates an eating establishment, and you all know how I love to eat. Ms M, (as I will refer to her until such time as I can draft a proper introduction) is an incredible lady with an equally incredible life story that I can only hope to be permitted to write. Her impact on me has been remarkable.

I am currently doing carpentry for food and planning a trip outside which will include downhill skiing. 2019 is shaping up to be a breakout year for me.

So, wake up the crew chief and preflight the bird, cause pig is getting ready to fly again.

The weather looks perfect for it!

 

 

All Clear Here

Good Afternoon All,

Homer is clear to the South of the damage or inundation zones. This morning the earthquake was considerate enough to wait until just before dawn (8:20) to gently rock us awake here in Homer.

I’m sure it was different for Anchorage. Still waiting for a complete assessment of the damage, we’ll probably get caught up via the evening news.

Thank you all for your messages and concern for our welfare. Please accept this post as a reply of thanks and we are fine. Still waiting for reports from friends closer to the epicenter.

Shortly after (less than a minute) the quake, the alarms began. We have an extensive tsunami warning system and it kicked in. Loudspeakers all over the “Tsunami Inundation Zone” blared out the warning and advised us to tune to local radio stations for more information.

The radio was broadcasting the warning with details of the possible wave arrival times. Kodiak had the earliest time of arrival, followed by Seward and then Homer. Homers projected wave arrival time was forecasted to be 11:45. We all thought that was not a good time, too far away (3 hours?).

So the result was that we all calmly packed and agreed to meet up at a diner (Duncan’s) up the road a bit. Then I start my car and make the first of two trips to the car with “stuff”. The cat ( Madonna ) preferred to stay but I insisted.

While we were calmly packing and getting cars warmed up; someone from the police pulled up on an ATV and said we had 20 minutes. This sounded more likely, so we left.

Inside the diner, everyone was on their devices looking at the damage and/or assuring their friends that they were OK. Before we could order breakfast, the warning was cancelled. Most everyone agreed, we might as well have a late breakfast and there was certainly no reason to go back to work today.

So, bottom line:

We are OK.

Anchorage and vicinity is not, tune in at 11 for updates.

Thanks again for checking in, you guys are my rock.

I also owe you a photo that I did not have for the last post. I said that we had a lot of driftwood. This is looking West; my apartment is just to the right and behind the big red/brown building with all the windows (the Elks Lodge).

This is looking the other way towards the spit.

Finally, we must have a “lessons learned”. Nah, there will be plenty of that on the TV.

I learned that I need a bigger cat carrier.

Also, I must apologize. I thought that everyone visiting this site could easily access all my photos and stories. I have discussed changes with the esteemed web master that runs the show here and hope to have improved access soon. I will let you all know when that happens.

No pressure, Emil!

Stay warm!

Happy Beachcombing

Today turned out much nicer than they forecasted. So, I walked Bishop’s Beach. It’s where everyone walks their dogs and searches for treasures while the dogs run themselves silly. This is from an earlier in the month sunset.

The real driftwood pile is just beyond the parking area.

There is a LOT of driftwood.Some has been here a while. There is a city ordinance prohibiting  driftwood removal.

Here are some treasures I found this crisp morning.

I promise to publish a bunch of Homer photos soon. I’ve decided to collect photographs of this town while I walk about. I might decide to get a real camera soon. Until then my iPhone will have to suffice.

Hope you are all well, warm and enjoying family this Thanks Giving.

Weather here is perfect for it.

 

The Rest of the Story

Not all of it; that is still unfolding. But I thought I’d show you what the same site looks like on a “normal” day at low tide.

This is taken from almost the same spot as the last post, just zoomed in a little.

This is the Sports Shed from the beach side. That wood and concrete wall is what the waves were crashing into last post. Those chunks of concrete were once post bases.

Both buildings

This high tide line is from a later, and lower, high tide. A lot of driftwood has been relocated.

 

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