The last couple of weeks involved several projects, all revolving around excavation. First, taxes. No explanation needed for that one, and the results were the usual – nobody getting rich around here, but no disasters, either.
The second project was a bit more interesting, if less productive. I discovered the hard way that the brilliant idea of subdividing a 15 acre parcel and selling our rental cabin to our wonderful tenant is far more complicated than I’d ever imagined (who would have thought anyone cared about a bunch of permafrost?) I learned about public vs private roads, how to research easements, the history of this piece of property, etc, etc. I spent hours at the Borough community planning office and the Records office trying to figure out what we can and cannot do. Or do correctly, that is.
The best thing I found was a narrative from one of the assessors who evaluated the property a number of years ago. Among other things the assessor warns “Caution: tenant in # 8 will shoot you w/o landlord; he has already killed neighbor’s dog.” Aah, Alaska.
I do have to say that the people at both offices I dealt with gave me a huge amount of their time and energy and it was the finest “customer service” experience I’ve had in years.
And the final and most literal digging – a foot of snow has fallen in the past day, making for shoveling and more shoveling.
Last night so much snow fell between leaving for and coming home from my ski class that I got the car stuck in the driveway. Then I had to dig it out under the watchful eyes of a moose eating willows fifty yards up the road. Though it means some work in the moment it also will likely buy us good skiing through April, which is very exciting.
Between digging, I have also been trying with mixed success to get work done in the studio. It feels like trying to get a reluctant engine started – lots of going through the motions and few results. I’ve been here before and know that you just have to keep at it until it catches. I’m working on some small woodcuts and panel collages while mulling over bigger ideas.
The shovel calls. . . and how funny to hear the location “Two Rivers” on the NPR national top of the hour update on the Iditarod. Go Aily.