Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Winter

It's cold outside today and in an attempt to dawdle some more before I head out for some exercise I thought I would write a little something something.

Winter is officially here and is quite early this year. The trail to Napaskiak has been open for what seems like a few weeks already and we have been traveling up to Bethel for about the past two weeks. The trail is smooth and wonderful which means that my snowmachine and I can get up to Bethel in about 10 minutes or so now. It's a great feeling to have that sense of freedom again. I appreciate all the boat rides I get but I love being independent.

The kids are all out skiing and seeing the ski boots lined up (or strewn about in most cases) in the entryway of the school is a good feeling. I have only been out a couple of times this year on skis. On Sunday, I accompanied a friend of Christina's back across the river to Napaskiak. It was almost 9 pm when we arrived but the ski across was so nice and it was a great evening to be out.

The ski back was great as well. On my own, I had the opportunity to just enjoy the night and to go at my own pace. Macy loved being out and ran around the entire time. The Packers won, the dinner was great and the ski home was wonderful. I couldn't ask for a better start to the week.

Time to head outside now. Today has been one of the coldest days we have had so far this year and I think Macy and I are going to bundle up and head out for a run.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Mystery Meat

This evening I returned home from my school only to discover that Christina had fulfilled her personal assistant duties for me. I really think she should add "Personal Assistant to Erin Kavanaugh" on her resume. Her duties include "taking phone messages, directing phone calls for Erin to the school, listening to vents, offering insightful advice, reminding her of time, reminding her of calling people back, reminding Erin of pretty much everything, giving her food when she doesn't have time or is too lazy to cook, etc, etc."

Christina rattled off the couple of people who had called and then she looked at me and said, "And some guy dropped off some caribou meat for you."

I stopped for a second and replied, "Who?"

"I don't know, " she said, "I had never seen him before."

Christina then described him and since the description fit almost every Yup'ik man I know (except Raphael, the security guard at the courthouse -- I knew it wasn't him) I was still stumped. We put in a few phone calls to find out if someone in the village had gotten a caribou and asked around a bit. Still nothing. No clue who had dropped it off.

I walked to the sink and found a gallon Zip-Lock filled with fresh caribou meat. I was surprised and pleased at the quantity.

Of course, teasing from Christina immediately ensued (she should add "keeps Erin humble" to her list of duties) and as I divided the meat into smaller bags I felt my face burning a little.

However, I thought the whole "mystery meat" thing was pretty cool. I felt pretty honored that someone had thought to share their catch with me. And although my face was a bit red with embarrassment, I had a huge smile on my face.

**I have since found out that the meat was delivered by a nephew of a coworker of mine. He stopped in this past Sunday to say hi and have some tea. He has since been invited down for caribou stew when I have some time to make some.