Since we have moved here people have bent over backwards for us. It was quite a welcome. Today though I wish I could get a little break. We live 1 1/4 miles from the office. I got up this morning and it was an absolutely gorgeous morning. The birds were singing. The sun was just rising over the tree tops. The mountains were lit up and there were no clouds blocking the view. I thought it would be a great morning to walk to work. But every time I try to walk to town someone stops and asks if I would like a ride. The same thing happens when I try to walk home. At first I felt guilty for turning them down so I would get in the car to drive less than a mile to the office or the store. I even had a guy on a 4 wheeler offer to take me home. Most of the people that stop are co workers as everyone lives in one of two areas. Only a couple of staff members own there own house the rest of us are in government housing. But I have had people that work for other agencies stop and ask me if I want a lift, people I met at the phone company, even the stocker at the grocery store. Tonight after work I was walking home and practising a speech I have to give tomorrow. The first one in front of the new boss. I promised an old boss not to make him look like a lier and I am trying to keep that promise. Anyways, one car stopped and I said no thanks I would like to walk. The next car stopped and I again said no thanks. When the third car stopped I gave up and got in the car. I am not sure what is wrong with walking a mile here but it seems a concept that is hard for them to comprehend. I don't want to upset anyone and I really appreciate the fact that they want to help so I hate saying no and I am probably going to want help in January with -20 below temps. I just wish that on beautiful days like today I could enjoy the walk home.
By the way, food boxes arrived today. Four of them to be exact. Our cubboards have been semi stocked. It feels great. Tomorrow meat and eggs and butter are to arrive and on Thursday fruit and vegies. Another example of Alaska nice, Craig walked up to the post office and when they heard he was walking one of the employees drove him and the boxes to our house. Now that's pretty cool.
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