Tuesday, March 23, 2010

O'Flaherty

Hard to believe I spent my last St. Patrick's Day as an official Flaherty. There's just something about having an Irish name on SPD that brings respect?, fear? or admiration by non-Irish on the holiday that makes us all Green. I don't begrudge the unique name I'll take this summer, but I think Brides who change their names have an adjustment period. My change will be my Irish "identity."

Lucky Andy found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow! He takes on a lifetime of pub tunes, "Slaintes", green clothing and other fanfare on March 17. So I was excited that he worked last Wednesday-daytime, rather than his usual evening schedule. I had someone to celebrate with in Wasilla on this very important St. Paddy's Day!
We went out to eat, enjoyed live country music (don't ask), and green beer of course. I also celebrated before we left the house.

Cheers to you and yours, whether Irish or not! Erin Go Bragh!

*Amy

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Below the Surface

I love ice skating outside. Indoor rinks are alright and serve a purpose, but I enjoy swirling around in fresh air.
We went to Wasilla Lake the other week where a patch of snow is plowed for Olympian wannabes. But when we started skating I was wishing for the advantage of an indoor rink's Zamboni. The ice was pocked, bumpy, partially cleared and just not good for cruising speed or twirls.

Then I really looked down and remembered why I love skating on a frozen body of water.
It's so interesting! The layers, the fissures, the cracks horizontal and vertical...more than meets the eye below the surface. Rather a Sunday driver, I am a Sunday skater...stopping suddenly and just starting DOWN.
It's like playing in a fun house with funky mirrors all sorts of directions. And this seemingly look of CHAOS actually combines to support me. Mother Nature is cool, literally. It also reminds me of a hand fortune teller. What do those wrinkles or cracks mean? Was there a trauma that shoots off into different directions? What's the life line?

Well, maybe too many questions for something simple like a lake frozen in winter. To be honest, our ankles were wimps so we didn't skate for long. Plus the gliding conditions were just not there. The funny thing is, though the start of spring differs up here than elsewhere in the country, I doubt we'll be outdoor skating this season again. If we want to practice beating Apollo Ohno or Russian figure skaters, we'll have to take it...indoors.

*Amy

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Jack is Trump

Last Friday I hosted a Euchre card game night. It had been far too long since I last played and I really wanted to throw some cards. The game seems best known by people from the Midwest; not easily recognized by people in AK. It's a game of trump, similar to hearts. I threw out an invitation to other Midwesterners and was surprised by the response and enthusiasm. Game on! In fact, two games at once with partners moving around like a bracket, based on wins and losses. It was so fulfilling to get lost in conversation, card throwing, tricks and music.

As Euchre card players know, the "bower" is the highest card and you get excited when your partner orders you to "pick it up." The "bower" are the Jacks. Well, we had our own Jack trump that night...and he's about 10 months old. Friends I've mentioned before, Heather and Dylan, drove up from Nikiski and stayed with us for the Euchre action (and other reasons). When I last saw Heather in Dillingham she was ready to give birth to Jack. I was so excited to see them and meet the little guy. It was awesome having such cute energy in the home:
I sound pretty excited to hang out with Jack and his momma (my first-year roomie in college)! It's been baby season for sure with many good friends and co-workers expecting and having bundles of joy this past year. Fun to see the developments myself!
It's hard to say which Jack is more fun to play with...one that claps, or one that takes the trick. :)

*Amy

Monday, March 8, 2010

Comeback

As expected, winter returned! Good thing too because the Iditarod has begun! It's been a mix of light snow, strong winds and clear skies in the Valley. I had a great time last year seeing the Iditarod Restart in Willow but I didn't feel like dealing with the traffic yesterday. Instead, we took about a 3 1/2 mile walk in 20-something degrees and SUNSHINE! It was great to visit my summer jogging trail. While the snow covers it now, my mind is already picturing it with green leaves, spider webs, warm sun and dirt.
I DO enjoy bundling up, though.
*Amy

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Storytelling

I am a Gemini and I do believe the description fits. Look up the traits of this astrological sign and you'll read..."communicator...inclined to media, arts, public speaking." Of course my past activities prove as much considering my four years competing in high school speech, drama and six years working radio. Well, the last year a half I don't feel I've really engaged those interests, aside from giving trainings and presentations for work (which I love doing). It certainly has felt like something was missing. Like most everyone, I dabble in new hobbies, explore new interests and hope to discover my niche. Without a "communication outlet" I've realized my enjoyable niche is something I took for granted.

I was reawakened last month by a new event called Arctic Entries. My co-worker Tara and her partner, James, started this storytelling presentation based on one they loved in Baltimore called Stoop Stories (the place where stories are swapped and shared). They pitched the idea to Cyrano's Playhouse in Anchorage and the local Storytellers Guild. It was a "go," and so the promotion began. She described the format and intent and I was hooked. It seemed like a hybrid or off-shoot of prior events with the Nome Arts Council.

7 storytellers share for 7 minutes a real story around the night's theme (and the $7 admission proceeds go to city homeless programs). The diversity offered through a variety of contributors makes for an interesting & homey evening. Naturally, the first Arctic Entries was given the theme, "First Times." A few weeks before the first telling Tara asked if I would be one of the 7! I began preparing, practicing, and reawakened the anxiety of public speaking but also its adrenaline. The task of timing your words carefully and creatively. Talking to myself for practice and running it over in my mind...it all felt so familiar. The door to my entry was reopened.

Cyrano's black box theatre sold out and the crowd was in a good mood last Saturday. Tara and James set the tone and music played. I had good friends there to support and attend the show. Stories were told about a first celebrity sighting, the first time camping surrounded by an incredibly large wolf pack, a first rafting trip, and the first time a young boy learned Alaska Natives hunt by magic.

The main characters of my story aren't even aware I spoke of them. :) I talked about being the first person to move far away from family, breaking trail. But through the first experiences had by my grandparents during trips to the Iditarod, family began to understand the connection to Alaska. I described their first time sleeping in an airport (yikes!), first time riding in a dog sled, and Gramp's first and only time mushing! How all that encouraged me to try my own first time mushing and winning a Rookie Race in Bethel. How being first, breaking trail is entirely doable with your supporters. It was grand to express. The audience laughed at the mere mention my grandparents traveled to Nome for the Iditarod (laughs on them!) and they applauded when I won my race. We connected through the sharing of life. It's especially cool since the Iditarod starts today and many great memories arrive this time of year.

I can't wait to help in some way with upcoming Arctic Entries as the event takes off! It's great to bump into your passion and find one another again...be it cooking, dance performance, watercolor or fly fishing. Don't let life's passions disappear for too long, and keep exploring what new hobbies pick up your pulse with fulfillment.

*Amy

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Missing: Winter

It's February 23rd in Alaska. Do you know where your snow is? Not in Wasilla.That's grass. And that's our bonfire pit in the sunken snow area. And the snow that remains is rotten and gross. Well, the 30-40 degree weather that never seems to end is great for road conditions, and my spring jacket! I took my car out of its winter 4-wheel drive.

I won't even show an updated photo of our former perfect snowman, Paddy. It'd make you weep.

*Amy

PS-Andy hasn't plowed with his new 4-wheeler & plow since Jan. 17th.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Anniversary

We didn't just celebrate Cupid's holiday over the long weekend, we also celebrated an anniversary. Last year on Valentine's Day Andy proposed marriage. Yep, we've been engaged for a year now, which is rather long considering we still have 4 1/2 months to go. The year has also gone quickly, of course.

We celebrated the holiday and the proposal by going to the same place as last year--Alyeska Ski Resort in Girdwood! We didn't go there for sentimental reasons, but to scratch the skiing itch I've had for some time. I hadn't been downhill skiing for three years and Andy hadn't held a ski pole since 8th grade! We committed to the activity and was confused to arrive in Girdwood to RAIN. Yes, February 14th in Alaska and it was RAINING. What?! The temperature had risen to 40-degrees and the precipitation hit the Mountain. We decided to go for it as we had already driven to Girdwood and had a room reserved at the resort.

We suited up in our rental gear and went up the slightest "hill" to try out the feeling of skiing. We went up a "treadmill" in a kid-area. I was a little rusty but enjoyed the sensation. Andy went down the kid "hill" once and called it quits. To his credit, it was raining and he just had a bad vibe. He was content to hang out in the bar and WATCH Olympic skiing as I worked my way up to the chair lift and did some small runs near the Mountain's base. Now that is love.

I scratched my "itch" and felt the snow begin to slip under the rain. I was also drenched and called it good. The rest of the day was more normal as we got ready and enjoyed a phenomenal dinner at the famed Double Musky. This cajun steak house doesn't take reservations so when we arrived it was a two-hour wait. And it took the entire two hours. However, we spent that time enjoying each other's company at the bar and talking with some folks around us (including the multi-millionaire construction company owner who is building Nome's new hospital). We ate at the Double Musky the night before Andy proposed last year. It never disappoints!

The only picture we took in Girdwood was a less than impressive shot of a ski boot on Andy's foot. He skiied for all of 25 seconds but he wore the boots for a good part of the day! Despite the Comedy of Errors (which included the ski rental guy taking cash from us and not logging our equipment--probably a scam) it was nice to change the scenery and recognize the journey we've been on since Valentine's Day 2009!

*Amy