I am not a good Alaskan anymore…


maybe I never really was.

  I am tired of the snow this year.  I know, I know, how can I say this?  I grew up in Minnesota, moved to Alaska as a young thing of 20, how can I be tired of snow?  I have professed my love of winter a hundred ways.  How many times have I told the curious that the long winters of the far North did not bother me, nay, I LOVED them.  Countless times.


As I sit here now, in Madison, it is 48 degrees and raining.  The weather forecast tells me that by morning it will be about 29, and snowing.  So we are getting more snow. 


Maybe, if I am lucky, there will be freezing rain for a couple of hours before the snow starts falling, and then we can have all sorts of fun with snow on top of ice.


I think tomorrow I will make some banana bread, with toasted coconut, and pretend I live in the tropics. 



About Sandie

A little background: A mother of 3, two boys and a girl. Married young to a good man. No longer young, but he is still a good man. Grew up in the suburbs of Minneapolis, lived several years in small town Alaska, spent a couple years in the city of Madison, currently residing not too far from down town Anchorage. Drink a crazy amount of coffee. Fiercely loyal to my friends. Truly rabid in my defense of family. Beyond thankful that my God loves me enough to allow me to doubt and question.

3 responses »

  1. My sympathies…truly. This has been a hard winter for us too. Tony has been talking (semi-seriously?) about moving south. Off to squeeze some pineapple juice…

  2. Can I join you on your tropical mental adventure? We’re overcome by thick ice. The boys and I measured our snow last week. . . 15 inches. . . and it only started accumulating in December!!

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