Our last season in Antarctica marked the beginning of some big changes, both for us and for the culture. We were given strict uniform parameters which came as a big morale blow, as our department was known for having far too much fun with costumes. We celebrated Casual Fridays, where guys would wear tights and leather vests... just tights and leather vests. Someone cleaned all day in a giant Pooh costume. There were hats, high heels, masks, face paint. But then we were shut down with uniforms. There was nothing written in the new code about shoelaces, so the first thing I did was order a pair of red ones. The boots they adorned wore out pretty quickly - most things do down there - but I just discovered them and transferred my laces of protest to my hiking boots. They have most certainly added a pep in my step right when I needed them.
For better or worse, K has perfected hollandaise sauce. It's better for my mouth and worse for my thighs.
When K developed a passion for birding, I didn't think too much of it, and saw it for an opportunity to sit by ponds or in the woods and paint while he tiptoed around with binoculars glued to his eyes. I've recently discovered that I have learned a lot through osmosis. During our particularly glorious New Year's Day Bike Ride 2013, I saw a little bird swooping about before me, and knew right away it was a kestrel. A year ago I had no idea what a kestrel was. They're pretty dang cute.
A wonderful package from Lindsay came and brightened my day. Thanks so much, friend!
What are you guys up to lately?