life in a northern town

The rest of the wood came today right after the lady down the road finished mowing the front lawn.

ok...lemme set the scene. The grass is thick and lush, the mist is thickening to rain and the grass is cut. The woman that cut the grass lives about 1/2 a block away and also teaches a painting class in Juneau... classic Alaska, she does about 10 different things in order to live the quiet life here in small town AK. I'm glad to pay her to mow my 'lawn' because some day she might buy some of my art...get it?

So...as she's leaving she yells out her car window "are you expecting some wood?" as the wood truck pulls up the road. Yup. It's the other cord of my wood...an extra half cord because they were having technical difficulties and my other load arrived late and short. Turns out the wood cutter had a bad employee that was actually breaking equipment so he could have time away from physical labor to fix stuff. He actually broke equipment while working for the wood cutter, the wood cutter had provided him with a cabin and fed him meals AND payed him well. Wood cutter comes by my place and gives me an extra 1/2 cord of wood for my patience. This, folks, is why I moved back to Southeast Alaska...if you say thank you and mean it, and pay it forward, you will benefit. If wood cutter ever wanted a piece of bead art for his wife's Christmas or birthday, you bet your hiney, I'd charge him way less than market value...or better yet, I'd say drop off some wood and it's yours.