A Good Week

We had been without wifi since last Friday. We removed the AP and sent it into Bethel. That took a couple of days. We excitedly got it back on Thursday, at 7 pm, and it did not work. We arranged to send it back in on Friday and were told we would not get it until Friday. I asked it they could get it back to us on the Friday night flight, so our students would not have to wait anymore time to work on their lessons, most supplemental lessons are on-line because my elementary teacher has five class levels and secondary has four class levels. I received the AP Friday night and an apology for taking so long to fix the problem. The following is part of the e-mail:

"Also, I want to tell you that I am really sorry for the issues you and your staff have been having. That is not the way we do things nor does it meet my expectations of how things should run. More importantly to me the kids could possibly be experiencing less than ideal learning conditions because of it."

I would never get this type of e-mail from ASD. I love this district and hope to be with them for awhile. They truly support their staff.

Today I enjoyed a slow morning--it was raining--might as well have a good breakfast and enjoy a leisurely day. It finally stopped raining so I got ready to go berry picking. I'm still in the learning phase with the four-wheeler. Lets just say, I drive better with my right foot than with my right thumb.

I drove out toward the fish plant, which is at the end of the spit. I pulled over to the side of the road, walked a few feet into the tundra, and started picking. It couldn't have taken me more than a couple of hours to fill my gallon bucket. Shortly after I started one of my elementary students drove up on his ATV and gave me a goose--not sure what type of goose does anyone know. I told him I didn't know how to clean it. He got off the ATV, put the goose on the tundra, pulled the feathers off the bottom of the stomach area, punctured a hole in the skin and pulled out the guts.  He left the stomach, gizzard, and liver inside. He handed me the goose, climbed back on his ATV and took off to shoot another one. About the time I was done, two ladies--part of the Small family--stopped by and showed me a couple of baskets they made. I offered to buy one from them and told them to come by the school after 3:30 pm tomorrow.

Once my bucket was full, I headed back to school. I put the berries in the freezer and the goose into the school to clean. I had to call Randy to see just how to do it. The head and the feet were easy to cut off, but the wings had to be sawed off with a serrated knife. Then I just pulled the skin off. It is now safe and sound in my freezer. I'm hoping to have the family out for Thanksgiving. We can have goose and blackberry pie. YUM!!

While out picking the berries, I remembered what one of the ladies said in town. That the fish plant is a small town, bigger than Platinum. It has 500 employees, which live out at the process plant. I was thinking--I should talk to the manager and see if he would hire my kids next summer. I'll have to remember to do that.

What type of goose is this?

My gallon of blackberries.

Platinum from the tundra.