First Snow of the Season

We woke up to the first dusting of snow today. It kept snowing through early afternoon, but it’s too warm for anything to stick.

This is late in the year for Fairbanks to get its first snow, and after today there isn’t any in the forecast.

The weather is going to do what it wants. All I can do is be ready to react.

*puts studded tires on car*

Fireweed Watch, September 10

We’ve been hitting freezing temperatures overnight!

The mushrooms are wilting. Most of them look like old mounds of mashed potatoes.

The cranberry bushes and raspberry bushes have all turned, too.

The backyard certainly looks different from last week! I would have taken more shots, but as you can see at the top of the frame the yellow jackets are still buzzing around.

Hopefully next year we can keep the yellow jackets away. It’s hard enough to enjoy the Alaskan outdoors with the huge mosquitoes everywhere, but at least bug spray keeps them away. Yellow jackets have proven hard to get rid of.

But winter, it is coming. 😈

Fireweed Watch, September 3

Some of the fireweed is turning yellow, orange, and red. But several stalks are hanging onto the green.

The mushrooms are still growing and multiplying.

Not sure what happened to these big guys. Maybe they got too much rain.

Taking the backyard as a whole, we still have a lot of autumn weather to enjoy.

Fireweed Watch, August 27

The fireweed is starting to rust, and we’ve been invaded by mushrooms.

And wild cranberries.

The heads on these are the size of bread plates.

Last year, I only saw one mushroom on the property and it was a tiny brown thing. But this year we have so much more firewood and have gotten so much more rain, the mushrooms are popping up everywhere. I tried to capture the prettier ones.

I hope they aren’t poisonous for the local wildlife’s sake.

Fireweed Watch, August 13


The flowers at the top are starting to wilt…


Still no rust on the leaves.

Our high temperatures have been in the 60s, and it’s presently raining. I had to turn the furnace on two days last week. Another couple of months and the studded tires will be back on the car.

Time to finish preparing for winter so when it (finally) gets here we can relax!

Fireweed Watch, July 30

This is another angle of that patch of fireweed, weeds, and baby trees. Not much rust showing up yet. Bummer. I’m ready for the heat to stop and the snow to start.

The original side of this patch has overgrown with bird vetch, which is threatening to overtake everything that hasn’t been mowed. It’s a relatively pretty vine, but I prefer our trees and the vine will smother them. Add “vine pulling” to the growing list of chores that need done before it snows.

Fireweed Watch, July 9

A patch of fireweed (among other things) in my front yard.

The purple blooms are the first sign that winter is coming. Soon, the leaves will start to rust from top to bottom. It’s started already in a few spots.

And when there’s no green left, you know snow is just days away.

My High School Reunion

Skyline High School Class of 1998

Skyline High School, Idaho Falls, Idaho, Class of 1998

Next weekend is my twenty year high school reunion. According to the internet, a family fun center in town has been reserved all day for the event.

Yeah, I’m not going to that.

1998 Kristy's graduation

Me in my cap and gown

I hated high school.

Starting in eighth grade, each year of school was worse for me than the one before. By my senior year, I had zero close friends.

Our senior class trip was to the theme park Lagoon, outside Salt Lake City. I spent most of that day wandering around the park by myself, trying to look like I was rushing to meet someone so that no one would notice the miserable teenage girl trying not to cry.

That’s how I spent my daily lunch break, too.

And this was my own fault.

I was the girl who completely abandoned her friends when she had a boyfriend. (And the boyfriend usually didn’t go to the same school (because he was usually out of school).)

I was the girl who held a grudge and refused to talk to or even be friendly with someone after I decided they had wronged me.

I was the girl who always said no to party invitations and extracurricular activities due to my anxiety.

To be fair, I did have a part time job so I wasn’t always available. And we did live out in the country so I missed a lot things just because of proximity.

And like every high school there were bullies and cliques. But honestly those problems were the worst for me in elementary.

I still went to football games and the odd dance. I went to the senior formal with three of my girlfriends because none of us had been asked to go. And I went to the all night party after graduation, but like Lagoon, I spent most of that party trying not to look as miserable and lonely as I felt.

What I’m trying to say is, my experience was not the worst experience in the world. But it’s not one I treasure or reminisce about.

I hope everyone I went to school with is happy in their life, and I wouldn’t presume that any of them are the same today as they were twenty years ago. I’m sure not!

There just isn’t any reason for me to go to a reunion. Those are just some people that I used to slightly know. Used to be corralled into a room with. Used to hide from and avoid.

A few years ago, Jason and I burned all of our yearbooks. Talk about cathartic! I’ve never regretted it. High school is something I survived, and I’m glad I survived it. But I have no interest in reliving it.

And Day Four

I watched reruns of Lost all night.

It’s sort of research for one of my writing projects, but really I just had an icky day at work and I have to do a sleep study tomorrow so I was mostly just goofing off.

I was ready to meh my hundred day challenge for the day, but Jason told me I was not too tired to post a blog.

And here it issszzzzzzzzzzzz