The Regular Swing
Wherein our narrator enjoys a brief holiday on
the surface of the Sun.
Yes, I did get up at 4:15 AM this morning. Yes,
I did my yoga. And put in most of a full day of work. I'm such a good do-bee,
I'll probably get a gold star.
I
watched the mercury climb, climb, climb during the day. Nic and I ate lunch on
the veranda, and she said, "This weather - this is like Perth." I said, nah,
it's too humid. Not warm enough. Well I was hilariously wrong: the humidity's
only at 25%, but the mercury is getting up near to 40 degrees. (That's 102 for
the metrically-impaired. Or
thereabouts.)
Last week I was bitching
where had Summer gone? Well, it's back, and with a vengance. If it had been
like this on Mardi Gras, I really would have been pissed, because it would have
been perfect party weather, and I'd have been missing it. Now at least I get my
summer back. Yay! And I can go for a nice nighttime swim in the pool this
evening, just the thing to take the edge off.
Whee.
It's getting on towards evening
now (well, late arvo, at least) and I'm on the train back to Central Station
from Epping, typing away on my iBook, writing another blog entry. This feels
right, because this is the rhythm that I established when I first came to
Sydney, nearly five months ago. It just feels like I'm back into the regular
swing of things. Even though I woke up this morning in Adelaide, and took a
1200 km plane flight to get back here in time for work (arriving only an hour
late).
And perhaps that's the lesson
here: I do enjoy being a jet-setter, being invited hither and yon to dispense
advice, provide inspiration, But I really do need that home base to return to,
that place called home. I can't live out of a suitcase, at least, not
indefinitely. And maybe that means I truly am beginning to feel at
home.
Posted: Tue - March 9, 2004 at 04:25 PM