I can't write too much since I should be making couscous right now, but I couldn't ignore that pointed request for updates from my other blogging half, particularly since I've been meaning to post a little something for several days now. R and I are going to a Volunteer Appreciation Potluck this evening, co-sponsored by my museum and the city visitor's bureau, and I decided a dish of the shape-note-convention-variety would be in order: tasty without involving more than four ingredients, and able to be mass-produced with only a minimal effort on the part of the cook. Couscous with salad dressing chopped veggies it is.
In other news, R and I took the bus out the road, the term used to refer to anywhere north of downtown Juneau up to the end of the road -- which is, literally, the end of the road; bearing in mind there's only about 40 miles of highway through Juneau, it's a pretty accessible commute -- and encompasses such marvels as the Mendenhall Glacier, Costco, and the Alaskan Brewing Co. Which, as per R's strict orders, we had to stop at and take a tour of on our way back into town from our errands. Our "tour" consisted of a 15-minute explanation of the brewing process as recounted by a shaggy-bearded, jovial man named Tony, and then as much time as we wanted to wander around the gift shop and get our glasses refilled with whatever we wanted to try. You literally can't walk in the door without someone good-naturedly checking your ID and shoving a glass of beer in your hand. So. Much. Free. Beer. I made R drink most of mine, but appreciated the sentiment.
Last weekend we climbed Mt. Roberts (some of us faster than others... I won't say which one had to sit down every half-hour and wait fifteen minutes for the other one to catch up), which is a gorgeous climb. It didn't even start raining on us until we'd gotten about a mile above the tram terminal (1,500 feet above Juneau), at which point we walked into the clouds and were drenched by freezing, sideways, blustery rain. I tried to suck it up and climb on, but finally, like the good sport I am, I started crying and yelled ahead to Richard at the top of my lungs "This isn't fun at ALL!!!!" at which point he calmly informed me that he had no desire to climb any further and just thought I wanted to go on because I was so stubbornly plugging on. Heh. So we went back down and the sun even condescended to shine on us for a couple of hours and my pants dried off a little and we went to our favorite Chinese-Japanese-restaurant-run-by-Koreans for dinner.
It's been eerily beautiful out all day, my one day off this weekend before a full week of kid's camp starting tomorrow at the museum. We had an explosion of phone calls from eager parents in the 11th hour (apparently that's the "Juneau way"... in a similar manner to "making a Wesleyan entrance") and enrollment jumped from about 9 kids a day to about 17. Between 8 and 11 years old. Be afraid.
What else of note has happened lately? I saw marmots for the first time, we were fed tasty halibut cheeks by the curator of my museum and her husband, we went to see a great bluegrass band from Anchorage, we watched "March of the Penguins" (so cute!!!), and we're toying with the idea of staying till December. Just toying, mind you. We'll see.
Okay, MUST make couscous. Much love to you all!