It occured to me this morning that I have been a bad blogger. A sloppy blogger would be more appropriate. Naw. Not even that. I will shamelessly say that I had the best of intentions of writing an amazing blog about our flight off island and then dinner at the Captain Cook Hotel’s restaurant, Fletcher’s.
“So why didn’t you, you bum?”
Good question. The answer to that is, I fell damn asleep while my computer was syncing all these great photos. I think I became overwhelmed with the glorious possibilities for this blog entry. Instead of crying in the fetal position in the corner, I decided to sleep it off. So here, in the light of a new day, I resume my Saturday, May 21st activities.
Let me first of all say that the flight from the island to Anchorage was amazing. Ten rows, three seats per row equally thirty possible seats for my
lucioustush, and they sat me in row nine. Rows eight through one were EMPTY! I got permission to move up one row so I could stretch out and make use of this free time and space.
Two things that everyone who lives on our island love to see:
Arriving safe and sound at our hotel of luxury, Dear Hubby and I made with the quick step to the downstairs restaurant. Apparently it’s the precursor to the nursing home because the average age of the patron, before we arrived, was about 65. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Menu choices. Menu choices. Hamburger? No. Pasta ala Carbs? Naw. Vegetable dish? Sounds like a healthy choice.
D.) None of the above
Would you believe….
Check out these mother-luvin’ veggies!!!