This morning I talked to Pete and remarked that being in Itinerant Housing (C02) is like being stuck in a Forest Service Cabin. This may be as close as I come to this. I don’t want to get any closer. This is because I hate down time. Few things have as adverse an effect on me as this. I get to feeling both anxious and bored. I’m always doing something, but less so in this instance.

The books I’ve been reading have not managed to keep my attention. I need, in such instances, books with a strong narrative bent. Oliver Sack’s Musicolia doesn’t have it – it’s just antidotal snippets with scientific explanations as to why people become musically unhinged.

And information is the driving force in Janet Malcom’s the Journalist and the Murderer. I have set this book aside but will return to it because I am interested in knowing more about the central character, Joe McGuiness. He came here once, and I heard him talk. I couldn’t get around the fact that he was wearing holey mismatched socks.

Pete suggested that I take photos. I realized then that I don’t have many photos of the great outdoors. I mainly have photos of the corridors, which were easy to take because I took them inside, where it was warm.

Pam forgot her inhaler, so I didn’t suggest that we do an inside walkabout. Instead, we’ve done inside walkabouts.

Last night I was bored, anxious, restless, so I roamed around Itinerant Housing, checking all the drawers in order to see what turned up. I hit paydirt in checking out one empty room. I found a white Dior makeup bag, and in it, a passport. It read Philipinis Pasaporte, and belonged to Carla Gae Alindada. She was born October 17, 1988 in Balun Gao. Her pasaporte expires on November, 2031.

Hers is a colorful pasaporte, with a pen and ink illustration of a Philipine Eagle on the inside, and adjacent to the passport information, a colorful drawing of the Philipine flag.

The same information is on her driver’s license. She has teaching credentials.

Carla, in both pictures is broad nosed, has brown, shoulder length hair. It’s parted on the side. Her eyes are set far apart. She looks to be about her age, which is 37. Carla isn’t someone you’d take a second look at.

Questions abound. How did Carla end up in Barrow? Is she still here? Did she leave Itinerant Housing in a hurry, thus forgetting her all important documentation.

I may someday find out the answers to these questions. Indeed, life is full of surprises.

What to do? I’ll pass both the pasaporte and the driver’s license on to Pamella, who knows everyone.

Dog is in the details. I would not have paid attention to all this if I had other things to do here.

Our flight leaves at 5 p.m. tonight. The plane will be in the air one hour and 39 minutes. It’s a straight shot, with no connecting flights.

Pamella said that there is an ice road connecting Anchorage and Barrow. I would like to bicycle it. And I’d like to find a competent person to travel with me.

Next: 333. 12/4/23: Home again, Home again