I’ll call it a good day, today.

The afternoon was spent with the rest of the IT crowd outside, flagging the route to the RF building so that we can find our way in the dark. The RF building holds the controls to our satellite dishes, our backup servers, and our backup radio systems. An important building, as things go, and about half a mile from the station proper. We now have a line of black flags on bamboo poles to shine our lights at come night and I was able to drive around one of the snowmobiles for the afternoon (missed that more than I thought). We came in frozen. Though warm for here and the season, it was still -65F with a -95F wind chill.

After that, I wandered out to summer camp to get the remaining feather pillows I needed for my bean bag - since we don’t have any plastic beads, and the galley frowned on my wanting to use rice, down was the best I could think of. That experiment should pan out in another half hour or so - I interrupted the creativity binge for a bout of badminton and just got back.

Strange, to do two things this past week that I haven’t in over fifteen years. The last game of badminton that I played was in fifth grade, and the last time I used a sewing machine was in junior high. Still, badminton went well (no injuries, no major losses, hell of a lot of laughs) and my bean bag looks fairly decent. I only had to rip apart a few seams…

The sun is winding down farther in the sky - it no longer blinds us while playing pool in the game room. The temperatures fluctuate, but average out a steady drop, and time moves steadily, but slowly. In a week and a half we’ll be having our sunset dinner, celebrating the last we’ll see of it for months. Already the shadows and colors are taking on that of the last half an hour of the setting sun, only we get another couple of weeks. I’m looking forward to the vibrancy of color that normally winks at you lasting days, at the green flash that fortunate few see only for a second lasting hours…

Sounds like something to wax poetic on.

It’s been tiring these past few weeks, a time spent withdrawing into self much more than I am used to, especially in a place where social activity is so easy to come across (reminds me of the Lemondrop and the art house). I haven’t written much, nor pursued art as I am used to. The time has been good, simply mellow in a way that is somewhat new to me. I’m beginning, however, to feel recharged; ready to kick out the hammock, lay back, and write to the fine folk that I am fortunate to consider friends.

Glad to know that you’re all out there.