I still can't get over the funny vernacular of Alaskans when referring to the rest of the country, the country to which belong. In the past two days, I've been at the receiving end of the following:
From a man doing some maintenance around our home: So, when are you leaving for America?
From a friend dealing with some health issues, lamenting the medical care in Fairbanks: I don't want to have to fly Outside everytime I need to see a damn doctor!
I'm sorry, I still laugh even as I have begun to adopt it as well. Okay, I've never referred to the rest of the country as "America" as if I were somewhere else, but using "Outside" rolls right off my tongue these days, though I still chuckle at myself.
And on to the tragedy. Last Sunday a series of emergency vehicles approached and slowed to a stop near my home. It turned out that a propane leak and subsequent explosion severely injured and burned five people in a neighboring home. I know 3 of the 5, to varying degrees. All of whom were medivac-ed to Seattle in serious to critical condition. Details are few but I hear that all five are steadily improving.
Sad and life changing for all involved, three of whom are in their 20s. Just a sober reminder of how quickly things can change in the blink of eye... Here's to good healing Ellen, David, Morganne, Colin and Meadow!