Juneau

Where was I? Oh, yes, Juneau Alaska.

Not the day we were expected, according to the owner of Changing Tides. It was perfectly fine, according to Harper, the reasonably tall, rather densely curly haired dog inhabiting the shop. He decided that I was his new best friend. And that was inspire of me not letting him into my shopping bag. The one he was sure contained treats. Pretty much mollified by a good bit of patting, he forgave me for 1) not bringing him biscuits & 2) not letting him at the fudge. He didn’t agree that chocolate wasn’t good for dogs, but hey! I was going to be there for a while – perhaps I would change my mind?

Besides an incredible array of quilting fabrics, the owner had a section of knitting yarns supplied by the dyer who used to have a yarn shop next door. We will not mention all the temping prints, panels, and patterns. Nor the additional trinkets and art items. I went out the door with replacements for some embroidery floss, the kits for a couple of mug rugs, and a smile.

Up the street was a  comfortable used book store rules over by Mabel who assumed everyone would step over her. I didn’t pick up aniy books, but found a couple at the newer book store located in the newly repainted building next to the dock. I keep thinking that it might have been a cannery at one point, but is now the home to all the local aviation companies, and a number of small shops as well as pubs and restaurants.

I didn’t find the fire station, but then I didn’t go looking for it. All in all, I spent maybe a couple of hours off ship before coming back and settling in to one of the lounges so that I could indulge in hot chocolate.  We sailed out early – around 1530 to head just the short distance up to Skagway. Most importantly, we should avoid the worst of the high winds. Nothing like being in a couple hundred feet tall hunk of floating metal..

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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