Fish for Dinner

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Last night I made some salmon for my husband.

(Because we live in Alaska now and must eat salmon. It’s the law or something.)

Anyways I cooked the fish in the oven and then some fried rice on the stove to go with it. But my husband was late getting home from work and I needed to leave. I wasn’t sure if the salmon was done all the way yet, but I thought it probably was. I decided to switch off the oven.

I got GG, my sixteen-year-old, to watch the twins for me. I told her to tell her dad to serve up dinner when he got home. Then I told her that there was salmon in the oven and to get her dad to check it and make sure it was done.

When I got home from choir practice about two hours later, I could immediately smell the cooked salmon when I came into the house. 

I asked my husband, “How was the fish?”

He said, “What fish?”

I looked at him. “The fish I made for dinner. Didn’t you eat dinner?”

He looked confused. “Yeah,” he said. “I ate the food you left on the stove.”

I said, “What about the fish? Didn’t you eat the fish?”

“Do you mean some kind of metaphorical fish?” he said. “Because there was no fish on the stove. What fish are you talking about?”

I went to the kitchen and looked in the oven. The fish was still in there, kind of dried and blackened. I took it out without a potholder, since I certainly didn’t need one now. “This fish! This fish I made for you!” I yelled.

“I didn’t know there was fish in there,” he said.

“You didn’t notice that the whole house smells like fish?” I said. “And GG was supposed to tell you to check on it!”

He said, “Well, she didn’t.”

We both looked at GG, sitting on the couch texting and ignoring us. She looked up and saw the ruined pan of fish in my hand.

“Oh,” she said. “I wondered why the house smelled like fish.”

#AlaskaProblems

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We don’t have a mailbox in front of our house here in Alaska. No one does, apparently, unless you live in town.

The mailboxes are all out on the main road in a cluster, to make it easier for the mailman, I suppose.

So I have to pull up to the line of mailboxes in my car to get my mail out. This is not a big deal, of course, unless I drop any of the mail in the snow. (Which I sometimes do.)

If mail falls into the snow, you have a problem. You have to get out of your car and dig it out right away, before it gets completely covered in snow.

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That’s a package notice I dropped last week. It sure was fun to crawl under the car to dig that thing out! Not.

I was thinking about this little AlaskaProblem. If you don’t realize you dropped your mail, or you can’t get to it, I guess the mail just stays down there.

I think after the snow all melts in the spring, we will find quite a pile of lost letters at the base of the mailboxes.

Kind of like a treasure hunt!

If your idea of treasure is soggy old bills and outdated advertising circulars…

Getting in the Christmas Spirit

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It’s Christmas time again, and I’ve been enjoying listing to holiday music in my car.

I find it quite festive! (My husband and teenage daughters disagree. Scrooges.) 

Click here to see last year’s crushing of the Christmas song.

This year is my first Christmas in Alaska, so it’s a new experience; it seems so much more authentic to listen to “Winter Wonderland” or “Jingle Bells” with a snowy backdrop. 

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Recently I pointed out to my husband that you could actually ride in a “one-horse open sleigh” around here.

  • Me: Look at that snowy field! I can imagine a horse-drawn sleigh gliding along!
  • Him: That sounds horrible.
  • Me: What?! Why!
  • Him: Are you crazy? It’s freezing!
  • Me: But it says right there in the song, “Oh what fun it is to ride!”
  • Him: It’s below zero out there! And you think it would be FUN to ride in an open sleigh?! Probably catching frostbite?
  • Me: Well….
  • Him: Not to mention the horse kicking up snow. And probably dumping you out of the sleigh in the process.
  • Me: Come to think of it, there’s a second verse to that song where they end up in a snowbank…
  • Him: Oh yeah. Sounds super fun.

Once again, my Christmas spirit is squashed.

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Sigh. Let’s all mourn the passing of a lovely winter dream.

 

The Lost Remote

We recently bought an amazon “fire stick” to use with our TV. It’s pretty great; we can use it to watch Netflix or Hulu or Amazon Prime video, etc., but there’s one problem with it.

WHEREISIT

The remote is REALLY small. I think we’ve lost it about twenty times in the past couple of months.

The last time we lost the remote, it stayed gone for a few days. I googled “lost fire stick remote” to see if there was a way to press something on the TV and make it beep or something to help us look. All I could find was a lot of information from amazon about buying a replacement remote.

Hmmm… I guess they realize it gets lost easily. Maybe that’s WHY the thing is so small?

Anyways I ended up having to order a replacement. For a small fee, of course.

Before it arrived, however, one of the kids found the missing remote.

I was in the bathroom and I heard the celebration.

“We found the remote! We found the remote!” Little Boy yelled. “Here it is, Mom!”

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Well, thanks. But I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with it in HERE.

Learning what COLD really means

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It’s winter in Alaska now, and that means it’s getting cold.

Of course, I knew that it would get cold.

I just didn’t know what cold really WAS, apparently.

Because it is really getting cold.

Really REALLY cold.

I dropped the kids off at school Tuesday and it was only 2 degrees! I took a picture of the sign outside the middle school because that seemed excessively cold.

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Then the next day… it was even colder.

Here’s my car thermometer Thursday.

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Yes, that’s right. NEGATIVE SIXTEEN DEGREES! In November! It’s crazy!

But it looks like I’d better get used to it.

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