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December 5, 2008 Eric at work underground. Wait. Isn't posing for photos something that models do at work? Maybe we should ask him exactly what his job title is again...
December 8, 2008 The shaft project as of this past weekend.
December 12, 2008 There was no toilet paper at the store again this week. I was not lucky enough to get the Santa-theme-print toilet paper at the wives' Christmas party. Instead I got a glass ornament - definitely not as efficient as the Santa toilet paper. Since we've been waiting for TP to arrive for almost a week now, we are down to our last square, and when we go to the restaurant for supper we will probably resort to stuffing our pockets with their toilet paper before we leave. However, the store did get an entire sea container of table napkins in and stocked the paper-goods/shampoo/toothpaste aisle with them, floor to ceiling. I think I will spend my weekend making table napkin origami. December 19, 2008 The weirdest sentence I have uttered all week: "A native Papuan came to my house last night to return the headdress that he had borrowed from me last weekend, so that he could go to a pig roast."
December 21, 2008 The calendar is telling me that it's close to Christmas. Honestly, it could be the Fourth of July for all I know, because I have no concept of time passing here since the weather is pretty much the same all year (and "ha ha ha" to those who are stuck in negative temps right now - we had our doors open all weekend to let in the very pleasant 70-degree air). And really the only sign that Christmas is near is that the restaurant was playing Christmas songs for dinner music, which was pleasant, but consisted of Silent Night in Russian being repeated over and over. Anyway, I decided to show my Christmas enthusiasm by making cookies. Or as Eric said today, "Making enough cookies for the entire island of Papua." On the menu: gingerbread, sugar cookies, shortbread (although they didn't turn out very well and Eric will have to eat them all himself because I'm not giving those out to anyone), kringla, peanut butter cookies, and peanut butter balls. I blockaded the kitchen with caution tape so that I would not be disturbed, and also to alert anyone in the area of flying cookie dough should I turn the mixer on too high. The result is a sea of cookies sitting on my dining room table right now.
And I think this is my personal best as far as making kringla is concerned. There are far more pretty ones than ugly ones this year, so MAYBE I'm getting the hang of this. Someday, I may even be as good as my grandma, but I will very humbly say that I still have a long way to go. Eric's compliment of the day, as I was decorating gingerbread stars, "You are so good at tedious tasks." Uh, thanks...I think.
December 23, 2008 This carving reminds me of Reptile Gardens in Rapid City and their slogan "Go Wrestle a Gator,"
except that this one is "Go wrestle a gator because he just ate your best friend!"
December 25, 2008 A cheesy Christmas poem describing our day. Merry Christmas from Papua! ‘Twas the day of Christmas, and all through the apartment All creatures were stirring, including the cockroaches. No stockings were hung by a chimney with care ‘Cause socks make feet too hot in this 70-degree air. With both of us donning our steel-toed boots We prepared for work with a caffeine boost. When all of a sudden we heard strange music in the air And realized that that was the Muslim call to prayer. We drove to work instead of staying home today Because we’d used up our time off while in the US of A. Then we noticed snow on the tall mountain peaks. It was a white Christmas on the equator, and that’s definitely unique.
December 28, 2008
The recipe for this disaster is one northern hemispherian, and add 20 minutes of equatorial sun. Aaaaaaaaand...we're done.
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