I admit many other things that have gone the way of the fridge-top have been me. Those stupid Spot the dog books, the Playschool DVD, bills I would rather forget about, pieces of the fridge that don't seem to go back in, photographs of a family I do not know that were on the fridge when we moved in (we should have just kept them up actually) etc etc. At least Jesus is not alone.
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If the internet isn't good for spreading rumours, what is it good for? Allow me to indulge. Kevin Rudd is going to run for leader again - of the Opposition. Don't analyse, don't ask questions - just go with it and spread it around.
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I thought compound life was boring, repetitive, slightly restrictive, and not good for mental health. At least I am not a soldier in Iraq. Watching the Baker Boys: Inside the Surge last night (http://www.abc.net.au/iview/?series=3238685#/series/3238685) gave me a chance to spare a thought for those poor bastards. Stuck in dust, sleeping in shipping containers, scared, young as hell and just waiting for the days to pass so they can go home. Their honesty was striking. It is a brilliant piece of work and we are lucky to be able to hear their voices. Who the hell is that war actually helping?
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One more week and we are on holidays. Words cannot explain how much I am looking forward to this. To kick-start things we are headed to Lissenung with our posse of friends here for some tropical-island-PNG-diving-type stuff (experience only marred slightly by the fact it is to farewell our awesome buddies).
From there we head for the bright lights and crazy architecture of Singapore. At this time my family is at risk of being abandoned as I turn into a crazed pregnant woman who has been deprived of the food I actually want to eat for the last 4 or so months. Hello food capital of Asia. During this time I must must visit this place: http://www.marinabaysands.com/. From the pictures I still do not understand how one does not swim off the edge of the building - I am desperate to investigate further. Suspect pool is not child friendly.
From there we head to an as-yet-undecided tropical destination that makes great fruit mocktails (yes - I am in that demographic at the moment, how embarrassing), has a kids club (yes - I am also in that demographic), and has a general 5 star chic vibe that costs about the same as a bed in a 19 bed dorm, and loves my toddler. You know, this is not that easy to find? Being in this new demographic has made holiday planning a more complex process. Many factors need to be cross-referenced and checked off. Private infinity pool? Love it. Is my child at risk of drowning? Actually, yes. Therefore - I am no longer aspiring to this, for example.
When my partner in life and holiday planning suggested we just 'wing it', I took a deep breath, narrowed my eyes, folded my arms, and sat back in my chair allowing the words to resonate for a few long moments. I love the concept of spontaneity and finding that little out-of-the-way place, the one you only find after pounding the pavement for half a day, climbing 46 sets of stairs and looking at about 21 rooms ... but gee I cannot imagine doing this with a kid, a stroller and 3 suitcases. Although, perhaps there is a 'safe' motorbike we could climb on the back of and scoot around the Thai coastline for a day in search of The Place. Maybe it would have a little side car we could pile the luggage into, the kid could sit on the handle bars (we don't have a helmet for her but we do have a spiffy new life jacket she could wear), I could ride side-saddle in front of the driver (will only be 5 months pregnant, so not whale-like yet), and Daddy-o could stand up on the back with his shirt off and bandana on head. Yeah, I think it could work. I've seen heaps of South-East Asian families do it!
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Hot diggety, it is c-o-l-d in the POM this week. I look at the pool and shudder. The solar powered hot water has almost expired and we're having luke-warm showers (at best). We are all wearing long sleeves. However, I must declare straight up that mine are most certainly first-world problems. It has been raining continually for almost a week, so stuff is wet, and has no chance in hell of drying. Imagine there are lots of people who are having a miserable week as the mud expands, the house stays cold and the clothes stay wet. Have expected any number of things to occur in Port Moresby, but never expected it to be proper cold.
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Friday is here .... happy weekend!
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