Look At Me Still Talking When There's Science To Do
If I keep thinking of words, I will keep writing them downArchive for August 5, 2010
I am sharp as a sharp thing.
Atqasuk is sometimes crazy. Yesterday Jeremy and I had an SOS-scrub-pad battle. We stuck toothpicks into avocado pits.
Atqasuk is sometimes windy. On Monday when I woke up, the bed (you know, the one inside the house) was SHAKING. SHAKING.
Atqasuk is sometimes sleepy. Today we hiked maybe ten miles, for sure over five hours. I pounded at least 150 wooden stakes into tundra until I hit permafrost.
Atqasuk is sometimes creative. Several yesterdays ago we made a bowl out of the shells of pistachios, and we frequently cook dinner without having the right ingredients.
Atqasuk is sometimes buggy. Old news. I don’t even care anymore.
Atqasuk is sometimes forgetful. I can’t remember any of the things that I was going to blog about yesterday but that I didn’t blog about yesterday, because yesterday was too too crazy. Maybe I’m getting dumber. That would explain why, yesterday, I drove the ATV into the creek . SuperDoug and his Iron Gatorpony had to rescue us.
Too bad he can’t rescue our minds.
