Saturday 19 March 2016
Since last I wrote, I have been on a plane 18 times. It’s been surprisingly OK, or at least not the hardest part of my current work arrangements. Taxis on the other hand, taxis are annoying. The stale smoke, the air freshener, the heating that’s several degrees too warm, the windows open for fresh air at 100 km/hr. Some of this I can ask them to stop, but really the issue is that I’m tired and I really just want to sit, think, and not get carsick. Big dreams. Peak so far was the guy who knew I was late for a plane (no fault of his, it was traffic) who burbled reassuring fantasies in which I’d make the plane after all. Maybe the traffic will clear up around this corner? Or maybe this one? Traffic is really bad hey, maybe they’re holding all the planes for late passengers?
I don’t know that I want to live in the world where Melbourne’s traffic holds up all the planes on the East Coast.
And I did make the plane; it took me less than ten minutes from closing the car door to sitting down in seat 9D at the other end of Melbourne’s Terminal 4. No mean feat. I see the Australian Federal Police want to re-institute ID checks to clear security in Australian airports, so I look forward to my travel days getting an hour longer every time.
It’s a messy year too. V is at a new school to go with last year’s new house, which broke my heart to do (I attended five primary schools in five years myself). May it be his last for a long time. We have five different childcare arrangements, one for each day of the week. A is slowly transitioning to a new childcare centre as they have space. This does have the bright side that I don’t have to drive to Glebe, where I thought we’d live forever, every day any more. Glebe and I need a bit of space.
I spent half of January in SF. In order to approach a tiring new job in the most sensible of fashions, the second I was over the jetlag I left for Tahoe for three days. It did result in a fairly good morning of skiing, my first intermediate runs. Then the entire Nevada side of Heavenly got closed, we skiied to California, skipped lunch, and the afternoon wasn’t so great, but what I’m learning on the snow does seem to stick. I met a lot of people, got home, kicked off the school year, and we’re mostly settled in, just in time for holidays to mess it all up.
L&R visited Sydney in February, so lots of barbecues and beach trips and other things not available in Quebec in the winter. V got to visit McIvers Baths before he ages out of being allowed in them, and A threw a mysterious and epic tantrum until I finally worked out that she wanted to be piggybacked around the baths just like V. Lots of forgetting to plan to bring A home in the middle of the day for her nap, too, alas.
Around about that point, summer got repressive. It was a cool and rainy January, and then February came and sat on us for the entire month, bright and moist and overbearing. My hair must have been wet for the entire month. My niece N was born at the beginning of February, and Jette’s son L in the middle of the month, and they no doubt believe the world is a giant uterus.
I had a manicure which turned bright pink when it got cold, and the only ways I saw it happen were with ice cubes or visits to Melbourne. It’s hard to describe exactly how sticky and exhausted we were. I spent last weekend at Kiwifoo in Snells Beach north of Auckland, a North Island version of Jervis Bay, amid ludicrous shades of green and black and white cattle. It’s hard to dislike work travel when home is so unpleasant. Today, on the other hand, smells like the first day of autumn. The sunlight seems yellower and more angled. It’s warm when the air is still and cool when it isn’t. The first day of a season, the first real day, is always the best.
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