Sunday, September 30, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
While on our cruise recently, I discovered that my little leopard print bag that I got free from a make-up counter was missing from my big bag when I unpacked in our stateroom. The bag contained jewelry that I had made, pins and clips to tame my large amount of hair into something cruise-worthy when we went to dinner, and four wonderfully gaudy rings from Target that I was hoping would make me look as if I were dressed in a “formal” fashion.
I was sure I had put it in. I even “remembered” that I had placed it in a zip lock bag with my undies. It just wasn’t there. I spent the week making do and wondering if I had forgotten it or if a baggage checker took it out thinking that it was expensive jewelry.
When we returned home, I immediately looked for it. It wasn’t here. I began to grumble, calling the bag snoopers all kinds of impolite names. I composed an irate letter to Alaska Airlines in my mind, as I unpacked. Oh, it sounded good. It was full of “furthermores” and vitriol.
I tried to imagine the thief’s disappointment when he or she opened the bag and found strange “steampunk” necklaces, obviously fashioned by some weird person.
Then I remembered the really pretty necklace that my long-time friend, Judy had made for me. Now I was livid. I stomped up and down the house putting things in the laundry and hanging things up, snarling epithets and putting hexes on whomever took my property.
The husband who must not be named sat there looking amused because I’ll have to admit, I do pitch a good hissy-fit.
Then I finally unzipped the last zipper and there it was. It had been with me on the cruise the whole time. How I missed it, I don’t know.
OK. I take back the hexes and curses. Hope it isn’t too late.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
On to Anchorage... We visited the Alaska Wildlife Conservation Center, where we were able to see animals in captivity. They were orphaned as babies so they can't rejoin their friends in the wild. See this guy below? Hold out your arms in a circle in front of you touching your finger tips together. That's how big his head is.