Mable Rides Again

I was in the MoPo early this afternoon when I noticed that Mable looked a little sad.  I asked what was wrong and she told me that she wanted to go run around the base and have fun.  Talk about your life-changing coincidences:  I needed to go run some errands today.  I found the magical keys just lying inside an envelope inside a box inside a drawer inside the platoon sergeant's office.  If you are going to leave something out in the open like that then you are practically ordering someone to take them, right? I know!

What an afternoon.  We went to the Dental Clinic first.  Word on the street was that some really hot chicks work...........umm, I meant to say that dental health is very important to me and I wanted to schedule a cleaning.  Check.  Next, we went to the PX to pay for another month of Haji-net (the slow, unreliable internet here).  Check.   Then it was on to the west side Post Office for the first time.  I could have gone to the much closer and familiar east side px, but Mable and I are nothing if not adventurous.  On the way she lets me know that she is getting thirsty so we make for the fuel point (which happened to be on the way). The good thing about the fuel point here (besides the fact that these nice little guys from Nepal or India do the fueling for you) is that when you pull up all you have to do is put some unit and vehicle information on the clipboard.  Today I was Maximus from SEAL Team 6.  None of them can read English so they missed all the humor there.  Such good times.

Once filled up with 15 gallons of JP8 Mable and I continued to the west side PO and mailed another box home. (See note at bottom about all this recent shipping.) Mission accomplished.  On the way back around the base we did some more 4-wheelin before returning to the MoPo. We were having such fun and having such a productive day that we didn't realize that we had been gone for almost 3 hours.  Oh well.....keys returned and no one the wiser.  I'm like a ninja-shadow.   Bam!

MAIL NOTE:  The bottom line is that I have too much gear here.  The packing list to get over here was two pages long and, as expected, we don't need half the stuff.  Here is a perfect example: we brought our ECW (Extreme Cold Weather) parka and pants  Here. In. The. Desert.  This stuff is rated to like -20 degrees.  Good call.  We also lugged around a 15 pound vacuum-sealed chemical suit kit because there have been a lot of chemical attacks here in the last 7 years, ya know.  Anyway, with my little college-dorm-like room and it's storage issues I have started to send some stuff home, thus, all the trips to the PO lately.  And now ya know.