But for those of you that don't mind the lighter side of life...
How many bullets can you fill a small can with?
Had I guessed I don't think I would have won, but that was one of the numbers that folks got to guess at the Harvest Home Festival our church had last night. Yes, life in a small town is much different than a big one. Our church gym was full for the Thanksgiving-theme dinner and part of the evening was guessing the number of items in a given container (not to mention the talent show that is so popular you have to sign up for it and the carnival games they had for the kids). I would have been more apt to guess the number of candies in other containers, but keeping track of four busy kids in a church full of people was deterrent enough for me. Nevertheless there were four hundred something bullets in one not-so-very-big can, and I had to laugh. That's so Alaska!
And though some may say the South is the friendliest part of the States, we think Alaska may have been overlooked. Though it may take a little longer to start to meet those friendly neighbors (since temperatures around zero make it less likely to be taking a stroll down the block), we have been blessed by such delightful acts of kindness.
Just yesterday, our driveway had the look that we are still the newbies on the street (i.e. it still had snow several inches deep a couple days after our latest snow). So one of our neighbors dropped by yesterday afternoon with his snow blower and cleaned it all off for us. (His wife was home watching football, but he said he wasn't really interested in the game. :-) Note to self: this is not Texas.) We were genuinely very touched, immensely grateful, and totally surprised. A big thank you to Bill H!
That's so Alaska!
