Day 161: Jan 18, 2015
What a game. Our team
collapsed just like our snow fort collapsed. We played perfectly for
3/4 of the game, but when you are playing for the Superbowl you need
to play perfectly for 4 out of 4 quarters. I swear I almost threw up
from the stress of it all in the end. Since I am in Seahawks country
I am sure I will now have to deal with the rub in but after being a
Packer fan in Bear country I will take it gracefully and congratulate
them on the win. If nothing else it will make them feel bad for
taunting me. It is a trick I have learned through the years. The
disappointing day ended on a high note, though. We watched Pitch
Perfect on the big screen which is always a pick-me-up. It is funny
and cute. How can you go wrong with that?
Day 162: Jan 19, 2015
Even though it was my day
off, I did work on the schedule so that we can look at it and fix
some things on Friday so I won't have to work much on my office day
(because I did the work on my days off)
Day 163: Jan 20, 2015
I can't wait until the
weather is nice again- A stream of consciousness poem
I can't wait until the
weather is nice again
not because of the normal
reasons (it is cold and dark) but for a very different reason
Ok it isn't that
different.
I want to be able to sit
outside and look at the stars for longer than 5 minutes
I love watching the big
dipper slowly rise over Martin's ridge
the front edge of the
dipper showing itself first
as if the dipper is
dipping into the dark soup that is the winter sky
At first the dipper is
only getting the broth of the night sky
but within an hour the
entirety of the bowl has begun to scoop up the lighter bits and
pieces
The great hand that is
controlling the dipper soon realizes that there is meat at the bottom
of the pot
He must get that chunk or
bit so he pushed the dipper further into the sky above Martin's ridge
eventually he will get his
fill of night sky soup and the dipper will move back behind the ridge
And then there is our
resident mountain climber
I love him and look
forward to seeing him every night and even every early morning
I love watching Orion
slowly climb over Buckskin and dance over to Copper
He climbs with perfect
form over the first peak and then leaps, as any war hero does, to the
following peak
He doesn't have time to
climb down Buckskin and then climb up Copper peak
He has a whole sky to
cross before the sun chases him away
In some ways, even though
I will never meet the myth, I am enamored
Orion is amazing
He has come up every night
of my life
Some times he has risen
over a great lake
Some times he has risen
over vast fields of corn
and now he is climbing up
a mountain
Over the last few weeks
our regular star visitors have been joined by the Giant
Jupiter
It is hard to know that
the bright star between Orion and the Big Dipper is something other
than a star
It is brighter than all of
the others in the sky
We see it on our
wanderings through the labrynth and wonder
“That must be a planet
because there is nothing else so bright”
“I heard Venus can be
seen every night, is it her?”
It is much too large and
bright to be our neighbor planet so we use the technology at hand
We look it up on the
internet
NASA tells us that Jupiter
is in the night sky and it is probably the “star” we are seeing
I can't wait for the
weather to be nice again
I miss sitting on the
porch swing just enjoying each other's company
I don't mind that the sun
rises at 11:30am and sets at 12:30pm
The snow helps to reflect
what little sun we have
I just want to lay outside
and stare at the milky way and imagine what could be up there
are there more planets
like our own?
Probably
Are there other planets
with life on them?
why not
How many star are out
there that I can't see?
I know that in Orion's
belt you can see what looks like a fuzzy star
In reality it is an entire
galaxy
If I could stand the cold
for longer I would lay out in the snow and just stare at the sky
How many places can you go
to, now, where you can see the milky way on almost a daily basis
(as long as the moon isn't
full)
I can't wait until I can
fully enjoy the beauty of our night sky
Dancing Orion
The Hand Dipping into
night sky soup
Jupiter sparking our
curiosity
The Milky Way just flowing
through the sky like a stream or a scarf caught in the wind
Day 164: Jan 21, 2015
Let me explain a little
about yesterday's entry. A stream of consciousness poem is basically
a piece of writing that you do where you write whatever comes to mind
as you go. You end up just spilling the contents of your mind onto
the page and move your fingers as fast as they go. Yesterday, I was
inspired by my walk home. I find myself constantly looking up into
the night sky and always being amazed at what I see. We had a variety
show last night and someone read their poem. I was inspired to write
my own but I didn't really know where to start. That was when I
looked up and immediately wished that I had a piece of paper and a
pen so I could write as I walked home. It was a wonderful practice.
Day 165: Jan 22, 2015
I got second in a pool
game and my dad comes tomorrow! It is all very exciting!
Day 166: Jan 23, 2015
Today was pretty great. I
got my work done early and my dad is here. It was a wonderful chill
afternoon. Vespers was very powerful tonight. One of my fellow cooks
had a mentor die this week so vespers was rough. I ended up going
over to where he was sitting and just held him for a while. He didn't
need me telling him that it was going to be alright. He just needed
someone to be there. On a happier note, I am going out on Monday and
it will be just what I need. I have been in this village since the
end of October. I haven't even gone down to the lake or really gotten
out other than a short hike here and there. It is time.
Day 167: Jan 24, 2015
Today was my last day of
work for something like ten days. The shift went smoothly and I was
able to take a nap in the afternoon so that was good. My dad signed
up for the games tournament and since I was tired I didn't really
feel like I needed to be with him while he was playing cribbage in
the tournament. We met back up before dinner and hung out. After
dinner and vespers Dad, Pat, young Ruth and I played Settlers of
Catan. It was a ton of fun except that there was a line dance going
on in the same room and the caller was practically yelling into the
mic that was already fairly loud. Oh well, what ya gonna do?