Tag: life at the bottom of the world
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Day Twenty-Nine
My coveted day off, woo-hoo. Shortly after I woke up this morning, the phone in my room rang. It was our Food Services Supervisor, Drew. He said he thought he had my keys and then described the keychain, yep, he had my keys. I said, oh no–that’s not good, my keys unlock the store and…
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Day Twenty-Eight
After all that talk of mid-winter yesterday, I arrived at work today to a message in my inbox and the subject line was mid-winter dinner. The message was from my friend, Ed, over at Scott Base. Scott Base is the Antarctic home of our Kiwi neighbors. The message was an invitation to be Ed’s plus…
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Day Twenty-Six
The other morning I put on a shirt I have not worn in a few months. This proved to be a stressful event that plagued my day. The shirt was snug. It was not snug a few months ago. So then I put on a pair of shorts that I also haven’t worn for a…
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Day Twenty-Five
Last Thursday, when I was lounging and scrolling on the internets, I added putting more pages to this site on my to-do list. Maybe an about me page, a summary of my Tuscarora Trail and Laurel Highlands Trail hikes, maybe a bit on the Peak District hiking from last summer…lots of adventures to write about.…
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Day Twenty-Four
Tonight we enjoyed Stall-a-Palooza. From 8PM until 11PM, I cranked out poem after poem at my Bad Poetry stall. I barely looked up. It’s almost midnight now and I am spent. I’ll share more about Stall-a-Palooza soon, but now I must sleep. For three hours she wrote Poem after poem. Good ones and bad ones.…
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Day Twenty-Three
The last time I looked at the clock last night, it was 5-freakin-AM. I don’t know what’s up with the shitty sleep schedule, but it’s real special. I managed four hours of solid sleep and was convinced I was going to be a disaster today. Much to my surprise, that turned out to not be…
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Day Twenty-Two
Every other week on Wednesdays, we have trivia night at Gallagher’s, the station pub. This is something I look forward to and enjoy, though I am not always the best contributor. That said, our team is pretty dang good and there has only been one evening when we did not leave with the trophy. The…
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Day Twenty-One
After a doozy of a couple days, today was a pretty good day. I had deja vu typing that. I feel like I am up-down, up-down constantly down here lately and it’s kind of exhausting, but I got a good night’s sleep last night and slept in a bit this morning, too. Enough sleep always…
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Day Nineteen
That feeling of wanting to belong has been present ever since I got to Christchurch back in October. It makes sense; new job, new coworkers, new home, new friends, new everything. In some ways, many ways, when I got sober almost six years ago, I had to learn how to live all over again. And…
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Day Eighteen
I made it seven months and eleven days down here before I caved and put on an adult onesie. Hell hath indeed frozen over. And I guess that’s where the party is. To top it off, it was a Pokemon onesie. I have never watched Pokemon, but I have watched heaps of adult children down…
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