My Journey To The Ice

We served grilled flank steak with mashed potatoes the other night.  A man complained there was no gravy for the mashed potatoes.  He claimed it was “un-American.”  Cindy informed him that we are not in America.  He replied, “My tax dollars are paying for this.”  She replied, “It’s a harsh continent.”

I went to visit one of the field camps today.  LDB - Long Distance Balloons.  Scientists send balloons up into the atmosphere to check for all sorts of things - things like the ozone layer, the troposphere, the ionosphere, this sphere, that sphere, whatever…  Anyway, I asked where the facilities were.  I had a choice between two outhouses.  You don’t have real bathrooms out here?  They melted down last week.  In the fire.  Spontanious combustion.  Ergo, no real bathrooms…  It’s a harsh continent.

Chicken breast is buried in the warehouse for the next month.  The instant oatmeal is going to disappear soon.  We are dangerously low on masking tape.  Can’t we get more from New Zealand?  Can’t the planes bring us some masking tape? 

Apparently not…  It’s a harsh continent.

I found a ladybug in the cabbage the other day.  We get fresh produce from New Zealand a few times a week.  Ok, once a week if we’re lucky.  Anyway, he was alive.  I thought, wow, what a journey.  He’s the only bug here.  I brought him home and made a little house with water and cabbage for him to eat.

He was dead the next morning.

It’s a harsh continent.