Home For The Holidays!

I don't know about the rest of you, but when I go home for the holidays I suddenly become the laziest human on the planet.  I let Mom cook breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, late night ice cream sundaes, etc. for me all day long - while I lazily lounge on the couch speed reading books I find around the house.  In my defense, it's an exhausting trip to get to this place (not really).  But we have to fly out of Anchorage at 8AM to arrive in Ketchikan (after two stops) at noon.  If we are lucky, we get to fly over the island on a small float plane.  If we are not lucky, it's a lovely three hour ferry ride.  So, by the time we arrive on POW island, we are tired and hungry.  :)

In an effort to feel less like a sloth, I did accomplish a few small tasks.  The first of which is funny.  So...our Mom has always been a semi-hoarder.  Remember the Y2K craze?  Well...she has a closet in the house that we still refer to as the Y2K closet.  It must have been Christmas 1999 when we got to see the madness firsthand.  There was not only enough food in the closet for our family for a year, but also enough to feed every single person in the nearby town of 750 people.  No joke...ten years later, we're still eating the canned sh*t from the closet.  :)  In line with our Mother's love of "preparation" (usually fueled by an "end of the world" scenario from our Father) - there were some boots that they have in excess. 

Back in the 70's when our Dad & his brothers started sawmilling, they discovered neoprene boots (we've always referred to them as "red rubber boots") made by Uniroyal (tires, anyone?).  I can still picture Dad and his three brothers with their "logging outfits" on...hickory shirts, suspenders, work jeans and red rubber boots.  Back to the story...fast-forward to the late 90's again and Uniroyal is no longer making these boots.  So the Mom once again gets her hands on a large quantity - they bought every single pair in size 10, 11 and 12 that they could find.  No sh*t.

So, now that they are "unofficial" snowbirds and Dad would rather wear his slippers than forty more pairs of red rubber boots - they need to find something to do with the boots.  Enter daughter with Ebay account...  I am tasked with selling said boots. If you're out there reading this and might want to try a lovely pair of red rubber boots.  Check out the listing here.  


I will stop picking on Mom and her semi-hoarding...because what do they say - "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree". :)