It's raining again today, but we had a couple days break from it, thank goodness! One night it was clear and there were some outstanding northern lights. I'm not happy it's back, though, and neither is Scott, who has to run a dump truck up and down a steep dirt road. It's not going to help him finish his job if it gets too wet, in fact, it will stop all the work.
And to add more bad news, it looks like we can expect some snow by the end of the week. Actually, I love snow, but I don't like the black ice we get when the sky can't decide whether it's winter or not. Freezing rain happens around this time, which isn't fun for me and is less fun for Scott, hauling gravel in the dump truck.
I actually have to break down and start wearing a hat, darn it!
Winter will be fun, no doubt, as I have plans for teaching Sofia to pull a sled, and for teaching myself to cross-country ski, and there's always the snow machine. I kind of wish we could just throw a switch one weekend though, so we don't have to go through that horrible changing of the seasons. It's my least favorite part of the year. Let's review the Alaskan Seasons: Winter (eight or nine months), Summer (about three months). Then there are the two Ups: Freeze Up, and Break Up. Both awful and accompanied by lots of slippery ice and wacky weather. Everyone gets a cold or flu around those times, too. Our bodies instinctively don't like the Ups.
True, there are gorgeous golden aspens and birches for about two weeks, with leaves blowing and swirling around like alien birds. I do love that time. It's what comes after that I don't like! Winter I like, Summer I like, I just hate the Ups!