OK, time to take care of some old business.
First off, Brazil Lives! If you were wondering about the end of the "dog tale" (who spends time thinking about dog tails?), I apologize for leaving you out there in the cold, dark land of uncertainty (is that a word?). I suppose my utter embarrasment at having failed to draw any useable conclusions, combined with the shame of my...uh...what's the word? Hmmm, it was right there on the tip of my...well, not really on my tongue, 'cause I'm writing, but anyway....uh...what was I saying again? Oh yeah! my forgetfulness. See, there is hope for me!
So I forgot the whole point of the post, which is why I've been hiding in shame. But now I will face the music. Brazil eventually swallowed the meat, after a few token gestures that faintly resembled chewing, and he only did that because he HAD to, but he swallowed and survived. Thanks to you who made comments. I probably should thank those of you who didn't; comments like "Good one!", or "Way to waste my time with a meaningless story" are better left unsaid.
OK, so #1 is done, Brazil lives!
#2. The Caveman has NOT returned. Well, like his brother said...he's a caveman! He's been out there for what, a couple of months now? And he's lovin' it. Rumor is he's been enjoying some good marten trapping, probably spending a lot of time training his dog team (yea! another team in our village) and whatever else he's doing. A couple of months without real laundry facilities or a shower???? Hmmm, maybe he's been rolling in the snow like a husky. Good thing he's camping solo.
Alright, #3...coming up as soon as I remember what it was going to be. Hold on while I check some older posts for clues...
Ahhh yes; I got it. The Postmaster.
Keep our setting in mind; isolated, no roads, only one so-called "store", about the same size as a very small house or a large living room, so everything depends heavily on the U.S. mail...got it?
Thanksgiving week arrives. It's Monday morning. There's a lot going on in Fairbanks (basketball tournaments, etc) so local people are wanting to cash checks (or get their checks in the mail) so they can travel. Others are expecting groceries to arrive so they can cook their holiday meal, etc., etc. The Postmaster is a thousand miles away visiting her sister, but, not to worry, she has an alternate who will be here to keep the village ball rolling smoothly.
At least that was the plan. "Alternate" has a baby, who gets sick, so she hops the first plane out of town. Not Good! We are now faced with an entire week of NO MAIL!!!
If you want to get only a partial idea of the magnitude of the problem, imagine you woke up on Monday, walked out your front door and saw a fifty foot high wall down the street, confining you to your neighborhood; nothing comes in, nothing goes out. If you hadn't got your turkey, or your sweet potatoes (who cares?), or those french fried onion rings to put on that dumb green bean casserole (so what?) or the ice cream to go with the Tollhouse chocolate chip pie (Ouch!, that one hurts), well now it's too late; the wall is up and commerce has screeched to an abrupt halt! That's kinda what NO MAIL feels like. Except NO MAIL is worse.
Village solution? Have some one else open the post office. And that is what happens. You can't pick up COD's but you can get letters and some parcels. You can't cash your check, but you can take it to Fairbanks. Woo hoo! Where else can a federal building be opened for business by a totally unauthorized person? Gotta love village life.
OK, that's it. Hope you enjoyed your turkey, and that dumb green bean thing, and some delicious pie. If you can learn to be thankful in all things, in every circumstance, you'll be way ahead in this life!
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