My Journey To The Ice

October 21 was our last sunset and sunrise.  When you awake from sleep, you really have no clue as to what time it is.  I will go home at night and close the big black cloth over my window, because I have decided it is time to be night.  It is odd to emerge from the bar at midnight, only to be confronted by sunlight and the need for sunglasses.  The sun is never overhead;  it just circles around maybe about 45 degrees over the horizon. 

It never rains here.  There are no thunderstorms. 

It snowed a lot today.  More flights were cancelled.  If this were a real airlines, they’d be out of business.

I’ve driven a vehicle once in the last two months.  I’ve been in a Hagland and a Piston Bully. 

All the buildings are numbered and while they do have names, they don’t seem to want to put signs on them.  This puts me in a tizzy.  It took me three tries to get to the Post Office.  I never remember where the bar is.  I passed the science building that I have been to on three occasions.  Why?  Because there are no signs on these buildings!  What is the big deal?  Why can’t we have a sign?  Is this really asking too much?  And eveything looks alike.  Well, not everything.  But some buildings are very odd.  The gerbil gym looks just like the coffee house.  It’s not right.