Well its been busy and I have been a poor correspondent.
So this post is a catch up on stuff… and I won’t get caught up in trying to put things in order… you’ll just have to roll with me here.
It’s been a week since I caught up with my Brisbane colleagues and went out for an amazing meal at Cutler and Co in Melbourne.
The food was amazing… those little ‘cigars’ were filled with foie gras, which I know is not particularly good for the goose, but tastes amazing.
The cigars were one of the ‘surprise’ courses.
The wine was even better thanks to the superior judgement of the two in charge of the wine menu and I was quite glad that I didn’t see the prices so that I could enjoy the wine without the taint of “OMFG How much???!!” You know how it is.
It felt good to be in the Queensland gang and I am still chuffed I was included.
Okay this was a couple of weeks ago when Groover joined me in Melbs for a dirty weekend.
We went to Lygon St to catch up with The Cuteness (see below somewhere) and then picked up bikes at the share bike station, bought a couple of helmets at the local 711 for $5 each and cycled our way through the CBD back to the hotel. Great fun and good value.
The helmets are good quality and we squeezed them into our hand luggage for use at home.
Not that we have bikes but you never know when they might come in handy.
This is my niece. She is very gorgeous.
I hadn’t seen foggy Melbourne before.
We went to this little bar which is on an island in the middle of the Yarra. Very groovy. They even serve mulled wine there sometimes.
This is the week before in Brisbane.
The view from the training rooms at the office.
Great view huh?
A week after the bike riding back in Perth, we go out with some friends to see Ira Glass and This American Life in the cinema. If you missed it, you can hear what we saw here at This American Life.
It was a great show.
It underlined to me a couple of things… one: how distracting the visual can be! David Sedaris dressed up as a clown for his story and I don’t remember the story AT ALL.
Two: How telling stories without notes is SO MUCH BETTER than watching someone read.
I am going to aim for NO NOTES in future.
It is one of the very impressive things I’ve always noticed about Colin Barnett btw. He must have to give hundreds of speeches and I’ve never seen him with notes.
And for those freaking out that I’ve mentioned a person from a political party – I’m sure it is not because of the party he represents. He’s just a good public speaker.
After the film we trooped around the corner to a little lane way bar called Ezra Pound.
It’s a tiny bar full of mismatched furniture, with a limited wine and even more limited food menu but it’s cute and groovy and a little bit hip.
I felt very much in-the-know taking my friends there…
We told stories, drank wine and beer and ate some pretty sexy olives.
When I got back to Perth I had to find somewhere to “live” at work.
I’ve been seconded to another position for a couple of months.
So I now have an office.
Very exciting and a bit lonely too if I’m honest.
Apart from all that. Not much storm damage and all family well.
But more than three weeks of stupidly hot weather, hot and humid weather, finally broke me.
Jeez Louise – how long is this going to last!
It’s more than a koala bear.
Up to today we’ve had 21 days over 30 degrees celcius… and the day before that was 29.6, and before that were another three days of over 30s and the day before that was 29.8… all this can be better seen here.
The last day approaching anything close to bearable was the day after Australia Day. Humphhh!
And it’s not so much the temperatures… which are bad enough… I can handle me a few days over 35 because I am Australian and climate control is for wimps… it’s the HUMIDITY!
OMG does Perth suddenly think it is Sydney?
Are we now in the tropics?
Mediterranean climate… read it weather gods… DRY heat!
The climate is characterized by warm to hot, dry summers and mild to cool, wet winters. [wiki]
None of this humidity is mentioned in the small print.
I am so over it.
I spend my day in barely there bikinis and I don’t care that they barely cover my flabby bits.
I drape myself over couches with a fan directed up my fanny and drink long cool glasses of water from the fridge or Sav Blanc if I think it is past wine o’clock.
I dip myself in the pool at all hours just to cool my body temperature.
And we eat cold foods or take out.
I might be reading “The Winter of Our Disconnect” (very good btw and an interesting choice for the year 12 English syllabus) but I am living “The Summer of our Discontent”.
As a sidenote: When my son started reading the aforementioned English text he said to me: “I’m scared. She is just like you. Works for the same place, loves The Moth and This American Life and makes her kids listen to them in the car (I would add Radiolab), and writes LOL in capital letters to appear cool…” ouch!
When I told Susan via Facebook (What? You thought she remained disconnected? lol), she replied: “The thought of that conversation has been making me lol (lower case, mind you) for the past two days.”
The bottom line is though I may yearn for the ability to pull the plug on my family’s electronic lifelines – there doesn’t seem much point now that she’s actually done it. And besides… how would I blog the experience???!