Winter Pacing

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So as you've noticed I'm not posting too often. There is a simple answer for that.

One word.

I'll let you guess.....................................................................................................................................

.....................................................................................................................Winter. No I haven't died, vanished or turned to ice (Although sometimes my feet do when I sit too long to update my blog). You know the old adage, no news is good news, well it applies to this time of year. Antarctica slows down, the life in McMurdo settles in like the snow and although there are daily activities, excursions are limited and life becomes routine. There are things you can do like game night, Burger Bar, Lectures and such, but I don't do them too often as I've turned 80 and now eat dinner at 4:30pm and must go to bed between 8 and 9 pm. (I also get up at 5am but well . . . .) I guess what I am trying to say is that I post what I think is interesting, and right now things are normal. Funny how you think living on Antarctica could be described as such, but it is. People have birthdays, they cry, throw parties, you know, everyday ordinary stuff. There are movie nights, Game Nights, get togethers and shin digs, but all in all, normal.

So if any of you are worried, concerned or bored, and look to my blog for daily updates, sadly they will not be. Those of us here have slipped into a human hibernation mode of eat, sleep, workout and relax. Oh there is the occasional fashion show, mid winter dinner, and possible fire emergency, but those are singular occurrences. So please, tune in occasionally, not often, and there will be something to read. I could get all philosophical and such, and write down those rants, but no one wants to hear the ravings of a lunatic at the bottom of the world (we are all starting to go a little mad. Memory loss and blank stares have filled in conversations. "Hey You" has replaced names, and to see someone standing in the middle of the hall way staring at the wall is common place - I will be surprised if I still remember how to speak by the time I leave)

To those of you who wink and nudge me to write more often, I cannot. If I did, slowly this blog will morph into an ordinary one and I don't want that to happen. I would like to keep it unique so until something of "Uniquness" happens, there will be lapses in my posts. Should you fear that I have fallen into a cravas or been eaten by the other members of the community, your imagination has gotten away from you and you should stop eating sugar and watching television without the lights on. There I've said it and I feel better. I hope it wasn't too hurtful and you have not started to cry.

Know that I write when I can, of what I can, so that both you and I won't get bored.