So, life in Alaska continues. Tonight when I got home the power was out in half the house. It is hard to tell from this picture but the meter is crooked. As the ground melted the frost heaved the meter up disconnecting half the house, including the water power supply. As I type right now I am wearing a headlamp and the computer is powered by a series of extension cords. Lovely. We have no water and we are running the things we absolutely need with extension cords. It just adds to the frustration I have felt lately as I have repaired all the things broken by the ice and snow that covered our life for the last 8 months. F&^%. F&^%. Oh well, it is like we are camping. Nothing much else is new. The renters have not paid their rent and probably won't. The new truck I bought had some parts illegally stripped off it that I need to replace. The rototiller I borrowed shattered after a pass. I am borrowing money to buy milk at $3.99 a gallon. I am at my limit. I actually had chest pains today. That was fun. I had to sit on a stump for a while and let them pass before I could work in the yard tonight. A friend is thinking of moving to Phoenix. For fun we looked at prices. Milk is $1.57 a gallon ($3.99 here). Gas is $1.67 a gallon ($2.67 here). I can't explain it but Alaska has been really chafing on me lately. Thank God I get to go home in a few weeks. See the people that I grew up with. Sit in my old haunts and remember what it was like to be young. I want to sleep on the beach at Long Beach and drink Wiser's Rye whiskey and remember the times I drove up there in my old FJ-40. At least the pigs are happy. We finished their pen last night. They were getting squirrelly in the horse trailer, and I don't blame them. Grow little pigs. When it is -30 and dark, your flesh will nourish our bodies and buoy our spirits. What a f'ing day.