Thursday, March 23, 2006

Day Seven - I've Given Up

Just a short post to keep you abreast of my current immobility in the icy grasp of a Nunavik winter. [Ed. Note: OK, like I know it's technically spring, but we still have tons of snow and frigid temperatures]. My mind has descended into such a funk that I'm knotching the days as they pass into the titanium case of my Powerbook.

In reality, I have not been actually immobile, but am being shunted from village to village flying over my fog-bound home town and family. Yesterday, ten air miles from town it was all blue skies and unlimited visibility. But two aborted approaches right over my village through freezing fog and mist (plane icing up all the while) were enough for the pilots, and more than enough for me: we thus proceeded to Kangiqsujuaq, ironically where this epic journey began.

They say you can truly never go home - I hope they are not being literal.

But enough of me, how are things going with you?


Blogger The Phosgene Kid said...

Not to rub it in, but it is supposed to get up in the 80s this week.

Maybe we better buy the pilots a drink, sounds as though it was a rough flight for them as well...

2:16 PM  
Blogger nanuk said...

TPK: How do your huskies take the heat?

3:34 PM  
Blogger The Phosgene Kid said...

They do well. The fur works both ways up to a point. Yukon will lay outside early in the moring or at night. He really stays out a long time when the weather is cooler and the shorted haired Austrella spends more time in doors.

Conversely 'Strella Dog will be outside sunning herself on days I don't even like going out.

No matter what the Weather, we have a dog door, so if it gets to be too hot Yukon will come in and sprawl out on the tile or has been known to climb into the bath tub (no water invovled, of course).

Another favorite perch is on our bed under the ceiling fan where he can keep an eye on the kitchen and the yard at the same time. Seems the old boy can sense the refrigerator door opening from up to half a mile away.

The main change is we don't walk them at night, only first thing in the morning to allow the pavement to cool down. We don't want any hot paws.

5:21 PM  
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11:34 AM  

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