Back to the Rat Race tomorrow. What do I do with my day? I am paralyzed in the knowledge that I will be working long weeks starting tomorrow, and no longer be able to accomplish in a remotely thorough way the myriad tasks required of a homeowner/bride to be/cat owner/human being alive in…
Category: Life in Australia
Stories from Oz – The Olympic Stadium I
“Next Stop: Homebush!” The train is so crowded we can barely breathe. My boyfriend at the time is short – all I can see is the tip of his baseball cap through the sea of people. It is hot and doesn’t smell great, but the ride is pretty short from Circular Quay down…
Stories of Oz – The Girl in Pink
I am telling a story of Australia. It’s out of sequence, later in the year, and anyway that’s how they come to me now – my thinking about that time isn’t linear, chronological. I was a waitress in a coffee bar/Italian restaurant on the Manly Beachfront for several months. Moby’s Play was always on the…
My Year in Oz Begins
By all rights, I should have gone straight to bed. 55 hours of travel with only patchy bits of sleep does not make for a particularly coherent human being. I just couldn’t, couldn’t close my eyes on that hot sunny day (after leaving a brisk snowy February Indiana), so I dressed in a sarong and…
Aaaah, Travel
Lyric for the day – in honor of The Mummy, and The Mummy Returns, which The Professor and I just watched in succession, because we are suckers for corny films: All the old paintings on the tomb They do the sand dance, don’cha know? If they move too quick (Oh-Way-Oh) They’re falling down like a…