I heard it last night, the roar, not a single roar, but a very long drawn out roar. I put my head on one pillow and put my other pillow over my head. I could still hear it, which was pretty amazing considering that I am hearing impaired. I do not know what Pete was hearing.

The temperature had also dropped, and so I was cold. I do not know how cold Pete was. He sleeps pretty well.

The dogs climbed up into bed with me.

Putting dumpster back after wind storm

I usually get up first. Pete, amazingly, got up first – he said later that this was because he had to check the duct tubing under the kitchen stairs to keep the well line area warm. This is something else that I know very little about – long time ago I accepted the fact that if he wasn’t here that I would not be able to keep this place going.

We ate breakfast, me thinking that I needed to be fortified before heading out and taking care of the horses. I also prefer to do what needs to be done when it’s light out.

I stepped outside and lunged for the gate. I managed to open it and headed in the direction of the horse enclosure. I saw them before I got there – they were all bucking and kicking their heels up. I was relieved.

I fed them, then picked up poop. The wind down in the horse pen is less than up at the house, which is on a hill. I considered waiting on cleaning the pen, but I was aware that if I waited, that the task would be arduous.

Our friend Judy, who lives in Anchorage, she thinks that our lives are arduous, and she’s absolutely right.

I went back up to the house once the horses were taken care of – Pete took care of the chickens and the goats. We then drove to Black Birch Books to pick up books. Of course Black Birch Books was closed. We then went to the former banquet room of the historic Eagle Hotel, and once inside (getting in the rear door was even a feat in itself) we took note of two things. First of all, the power was out. And secondly, it was actually warm in there.

I started cleaning up and Pete and Robert (in the dark no less) began working on the budget. Bea, who is a board member, she joined in but either decided not to participate or her power also went out. I kept working, and at times I joined Robert and Pete’s meeting.

Out in the hallway there was considerable drama because the rear door had blown open and could not be shut. Cherokee, who lives there, was wearing her black cape and hood. From the back, I thought she was the grim reaper. I did not get too close because she smelled of cigarette smoke and had an ominous appearance.

The meeting went a long time I think because we all knew that it was very, very windy out and we didn’t relish the thought of driving home in the storm. Finally, we left – Pete and I took note that dumpsters, no kidding, were blowing down the road, as was a tool shed.

The grand finale, an accident on the Glenn Highway. We took the alternate route and avoided the backed up line.

The storm is supposed to wind down on Monday. I don’t have to go anywhere tomorrow, and if it continues, I will not go in then.

Work breaks are a good thing.

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