FUR-Roooooondy

This weekend marks the start of the Fur-Rondy....aka Anchorage chaos week, culminating next weekend in the start of the Iditarod. In case you need a refresher: click here.  This year, i am eagerly awaiting the arrival of Bob and Lissa on Monday. Bob and Lissa are eagerly awaiting seeing whether or not Neah remembers them. And Adam is eagerly awaiting me not caring when he gets home from work.

Oh yeah, and we are awaiting (hopefully in the next week) finding out whether or not the offer on the condo has been accepted by the bank. I know, nearly two months. Dear God, i do not thank you for teaching me patience in this manner. besos, martha.

My rant for the week happened in the rather "swanky" Westmark Baranof in Juneau. It is supposed to be the creme de la creme of Juneau hotels. And the first night wasn't too bad, the bed was soft, pillows were great, i could get over the fact that the door basically touches the toilet at all times and flushing sounds like a pipe bomb went off. On the second night though, what i couldn't get over was the nagging feeling i had left my television on, or at least the speakers, since i could hear the swearing bleeps and cartoons loud and clear. i crouched next to the tv, smooshing my ear as close as i could get to the speaker, then moved slowly towards the wall with the sinking feeling that this might be beyond my ability to silence. Then, after ascertaining that in fact my television was not broken, but the the person next door must be deaf, i started contemplating what to do.

I was only half convinced there was someone in there, since i couldn't figure out how on earth they were now sleeping through that auction show about Atlanta with the fast talking and cowboy yips....after all, don't most people want to sleep at 11:45pm?? was i asking too much to not want to hear this nonsense?? what if it was a representative or a senator and i wandered over there with my salty face on started hollering---see by now the country yipping had worn off on me and i was thinkin in southern-ese.

i picked up the phone and called the front desk. They said the would check. i waited. at 12:20 i called again. i heard a knock next door and a phone ringing, but the volume remained unchanged. at 12:30 i was convinced that things were being sold to the highest bidder on top of my bed and dialed the front desk again. This time they finally called until she picked up....the volume decreased significantly...and they called me back to tell me that she "fell asleep". I think what they meant was that after an hour of my turning to and fro and contemplating burying myself under pillows to avoid this nightmare, they finally just asked her to turn down the damn auction./cartoons/swearing and move on with life.

You'd think if you were the nicest crash pad somewhere you might have insulation in the walls, no??