Thursday 5 November 2015

It turns out to be hard to write about what you’re doing when a big part of what you are doing is looking for work. But I can say that I set a new family record for short intercontinental trips. Little did we think Andrew’s three nights in Japan last year would be improved upon within the year, but I spent two nights in San Francisco in October. And a night on each side flying diagonally across the Pacific Ocean, of course. I didn’t especially want to be back in San Francisco so soon after August; San Francisco’s still dust … Continue reading Thursday 5 November 2015

Sunday 13 September 2015

After a tough month for all kinds of sad and difficult reasons, the obvious thing to do is to do something physically and psychologically challenging, something at which I progress slowly, fail regularly, and against which my comparison point is Andrew, who is both absolutely more skilled and progresses faster. So I was thrilled to open September with our intended-to-be-annual snow sports trip. Yeah, that was sarcasm. It went surprisingly OK, after it started exactly that promisingly. After a super difficult day at home, we got up to pack for a week in an hour with both children awake and … Continue reading Sunday 13 September 2015

Wednesday 26 August 2015

I went to San Franciso a month ago this Friday, for the final stages of planning the Ada Initiative’s shutdown. The first morning I woke up there to the news of Nóirín’s death. I wrote “Nóirín was also one of the strongest and bravest people [I] will ever have the privilege of knowing” that same morning and that’s everything I want to say. So, the only thing about that trip that makes sense to tell is some images. Staying in the Mission and being in the sun in the streets full of trees and brightly painted houses finally made San … Continue reading Wednesday 26 August 2015

Tuesday 14 July 2015

We survived our second school holidays; suddenly V is halfway through his first year of school. And by “survived” I mean “he spent 5 days a week at vacation care rather than 5 days a week at school”. The big impact on my life was needing to walk into the school grounds in order to sign him in in the mornings, required by vacation care and not by school proper. The vacation care centre is even on the school grounds so really the change was minimal, other than that he got to go on excursions most days. The school ought … Continue reading Tuesday 14 July 2015

Sunday 28 June 2015

We’ve had our used moving boxes picked up, and we’ve returned my overdue library books from Glebe. We’ve hung the pictures we haven’t seen in three years because the previous place didn’t have hooks. There’s things we aren’t on top of (at least two lights need electrical work) but on the basics we really are moved in now. We had our housewarming party last weekend. That and my then-missing photos hard drive motivated the bulk of the box unpacking. I like to occasionally have parties and invite a huge number of people that I know. In lieu of culling the … Continue reading Sunday 28 June 2015

Monday 8 June 2015

Moving house is an exercise in unlearned helplessness and assumptions. For example: evening, an Esky sitting on our kitchen bench, having transported some of the intermediately perishable contents of the fridge. I asked Andrew if he’d unpacked it. He gave me a strange look and pointed out that he had been sick all day. But, but said my hindbrain… unpacking the Esky is… an Andrew job? The kind of thing that Andrew thinks to do? I’d thought of purchasing the thing, then bought it, then brought it home to be packed. Once I’ve provided the tools, apparently the execution is … Continue reading Monday 8 June 2015

Thursday 4 June 2015

I’ve been thinking about sympathetic magic a lot lately, since we moved house. We lived in Glebe for a bit over three years, starting with a night of calling to two year old V wandering in the wrong direction on the landing searching for us. I finished my PhD thesis almost exactly three years ago, looking out the window over the autumn leaves in the street, just like they looked today when we walked through the empty house for the last time. For a long time, every vendor of food for half the length of Glebe Point Road knew V’s … Continue reading Thursday 4 June 2015

Saturday 23 May 2015

It’s been alternatively sunny and cloudy in our last week in our current house. Dark clouds gathered and thunder rumbled as we heard that second hand furniture buyers are booked up into June, and can’t come and help us with our nice wardrobes which we’d be sad to trash. The sun shone and birds sang when the friends we had over for dinner on Thursday turned out to be moving in the same week we are, only to an apartment with absolutely no storage whatsoever, and they would take our furniture from us. Little rainclouds descend every time some unreliable … Continue reading Saturday 23 May 2015

Monday 11 May 2015

When I left you, I was hiding out in my hotel room in San Francisco feeling sad. I did end up having a perfectly nice time, that’s always part of travel too. A highlight was walking through the Mission and running into someone we knew, and then dinner at Bar Tartine. Oh, and chicken and margaritas at Zuni Cafe the following day. It’s possible that I live to eat rather than eat to live. It’s also possible that I’d leave the house a lot more if I didn’t have kids. Travel is my visit into a childfree world. I also … Continue reading Monday 11 May 2015

Wednesday 15 April 2015

So many things about travel are only things I remember when I travel. Which is a shame, because some of those things I forget when not traveling are bad things about travel and I wouldn’t spend so much of the rest of my time puttering around being all “why am I so mysteriously averse to traveling? how strange!” Sure, I never forget the things about airports and aircraft being hostile to all things normal and human, I remember my three continuous days of insomnia after getting home from Romania in 2007, things like that. But that’s physical discomfort. I forget … Continue reading Wednesday 15 April 2015