This morning after I washed my hands in the bathroom sink I grabbed a paper towel and was hit hard with deja vu. How many times had I stared at the same spot, doing the same thing, thinking probably of the same thing? How many days over the last year have I woken up, put my chef wear on, and journeyed to the kitchen? How many times have I cooked tomato soup from a can... baked frozen potato wedges... and how many times have a mopped that same darn floor? I feel like a bear that has been hibernating for months and has had the same reoccuring dream every night. (Thankfully my nighttime dreams have not been all the same, in fact this morning I dreamt I was transported to the year 2028 where they used blue money instead of green, a new one for me). The little things that do change here are rumours, nighttime dreams, crops, and the menu every once in a while. For the last 5 months it has been cold and dark, so no change there. Auroras come and go, and when they do come it get's us all excited. But, in the big picture, every day is just like any other day... just another meal to be cooked in paradise.
I haven't posted much over the last two weeks because there's nothing really new to show via photographs. My camera doesn't take good pics of the auroras or stars, if it did, I'd be bombarding yal with takes of the universe. The food being made has been made before at least once down here, so for me to post it again is being repetitive. But, I did find the fish hat...
When life becomes a simple routine of maintaining a healthy life-line via good sleep, eat and exercise in a semi-confined space in a remote and harsh environment for nearly a year it gives you time to understand the underlying, or should I say overlying, realms of our existence.