A Bit Much

It is finally time to take a break from work. I've worked since I got to the cold hard town ever bit of 55 hours a week plus.  I put in time at school and I've took two classes of my own.  There's just a sea of papers that waits for me all of the time.  I did right close to nothing today at work with the idea that tonight would be jammed packed full of tasks. 

First, I left school to go down to the university for my class.  I only managed to stay there for half of my class.  I knew that I was supposed to be somewhere else halfway through the class.  I just signed out of the online class and walked to an event at the elementary school.  You see.... this festival has consumed me in most ways for the last month or so.  I've went to several meetings and made pretzels and pizzas until I couldn't see right no more.  Trying to plan and plan and plan what people might buy for snacks at a talent show ain't usually what I do for fun.  They's 1/10th of the town there.  With 10 helpers a workin' we wadn't able to keep up with the sales.  There was kids walking up to us with a few dollars pointing and adults trying to keep their clan happy with a purchase of a pop.  Keep in mind, almost everything we sold was hand-made. Lots of work.

When we left, there was a blizzard a blowin' unlike I've ever seen in my life.  I was almost unable to carry a menu board across the parking lot while I was loading things into the cars.  I hollered that I'd be right out and they left.  I was stuck in a blizzard.  I couldn't see 3 feet in front of me.  I went to walking without a clear idea of where home was.  I knew it wasn't far since I live just across the street.  Just as I approached the road, a car stopped and an older Yu'pik man offered a ride.  I told him that I only live across the street.  Wow!

I got here and got some food from another festival meal over at the bingo hall.  I never dreamt that they's more that was going to happen.  The phone rung and the cold hard town had bad news.  Here I sit in the living room of my friend.  They just went to find someone in the cold hard town who was having a cold hard night a bit far off in the vast tundra.  Times are tough for some here.  Selling a pizza or two don't seem like it solves much.  However, they's so many problems that needs help.  Forget the papers that I grade and forget the rest.  The phone rings too much here.  I know that other people I know have felt the same way back home.  Too much sometimes is a bit much for people.  Pain and bad news seems to follow us all.