July, the New October

Well, it's official.  Homer is experiencing its coldest July on record.  I realize we did not come to Alaska for the weather - but come on!  These people deserve some sunshine.

Genevieve:  Mom, is it always morning in Alaska.
Me:  No, it's just light a lot, day and night.
Genevieve:  Well, it looks like morning and feels like winter.  All the time.

Here's my inappropriately-dressed-for-the-weather daughter making her way the the mailbox, little sister in tow, to mail daddy a letter.  The letter consisted of a drawing of a bow tie and a Genevieve scribed message to be interpreted as, "Daddy, I hope you have a wonderful day.  I love you.  I'm going to run to you when I see you and give you the hugest hug.  And I want my new bedroom to be painted party pink. Love, G."

We dodged the rain for a few hours with friends, art projects and Finn's pizza,

then put on raincoats when "please use your inside voice" stopped working.