Sherpas Do It On Top

Days Walking - 109

Dad went home from the hospital today. He has been armed with numerous pamphlets on Diabetes, and equipments like blood sugar testers and finger prickers and prescriptions and et cetera.

I can't imagine poking oneself multiple times daily. I avoid papercuts like the plague. An old friend of the family who is a nurse will be teaching him how to give himself injections of insulin. I hope I never have to do that.

Dad's been to see a dietician and they've put him on a thoroughly dull diet, as one would expect. I'm not there to enforce this diet thing, but I think that fear will help motivate him, at first anyway. Fear of dying, and fear of me kicking his butt. Hopefully the two together will keep him honest, and alive.

Oh, and Joann will be helping him too. I've been talking to her more now that Dad's sick, and she's pretty all right. I've revised my estimation of her, and I have decided that she is cool peeps. Perhaps I should go back and edit my grumpy remarks regarding her... I mean, she could be my step-mom one day. How weird is that.

As of a few minutes ago, I am without a book to read. We've all rotated the books we've brought along and now there is nothing new to consume. Looking forward to stocking up when we get in to a civilized location. Any recommendations, y'all? I want to take a look at Freakonomics, per Kthrne's praise - give me some more titles, oh my wise readers!

I've been deliciously anticipating our arrival in Fairbanks, which cannot arrive soon enough for my taste.

Things To Do In Fairbanks:

Hang with Delightful Dad (hopefully he can still come)

Find Work

Attend an All You Can Eat Buffet and PIG OUT until they call the cops.

Get Laid (should I be worried that food ranks above lovin?)

Sleep in a real bed at least once

Buy Many Books (ugh, so heavy for to carry)

Get Sh*tfaced Drunk (I've been without for months, so mebbe not)

Get Laid Again

Buy new batteries for all electronic items

Hire Sherpa to carry my sh*t the rest of the way to Chile (cuz damn).

Jump Sherpa's bones - you know they must have endurance, yow!

Fire Sherpa - it's not you it's me - buy Jeep, drive rest of the way.

Cause you know, the high-paying temp job I'll get with no place of residence, no phone, and no car will allow me to fund all these wild expectations. Bleh. I'm thinking, I'll have to fib to the employer. I mean, if they knew I was only in town for a few weeks until we earn enough for walking money, they're not gonna hire me.

Maybe temp agency work. Like something clerical. Dream on, Lit.

Today we came across another piece of litter too big for us to collect and carry - it was a box about the size a 20 inch TV comes in, and it was full of baby shoes, like the kind for kids too small to walk yet. They were all in their retail boxes, cute and pristine and lace-coated and useless. Why can't we find a crate of pancake mix or books or canned peaches or something? Noooo.

Litany Webb, signing off

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