This week I need to:
– catch up on sleep
– dry out from my boozy trip
– ‘keep my pecker up’
– teach tomorrow, too early but a great group of Year 8 girls
– start writing my first ‘proper’ book review or pike at the last minute and decide to just write a series of posts called This Is Not A Review.
– get in a load of fruit & veg for the locusts*
– re-start my walks
– get the dog washed
– do my usual reading and writing
– see if I can work out how to make congee**
– have a coffee with my mum
– have a coffee with one of my writing group buddies to see what I missed out on tonight
Because yes, I missed my writing group tonight. We meet once a month and it’s the first one I’ve not been able to attend. I had thought I wouldn’t be able to make it because we were getting back from our trip today and I thought the family should come first maybe this once (even though I’d wondered whether I could get away with going). But what was going to be a standard trip back turned into a small slice of hell with an extra 7 hours of travel because there was Bad Fog at Sydney and we couldn’t land. So we went to Canberra, then sat there on the tarmac for 4 hours while they refuelled. Then we flew to Sydney, then couldn’t get on flight to Melbourne until 4pm. I shouldn’t complain, I’m not, I promise. It was more annoying day than hell day. Got home about 6.30pm, had to organise dinner like a juggler with no balls.
I’m re-reading The Great Gatsby – god it’s good. So funny. Need to refresh my brain with it before seeing Baz’s version which will just be entirely Baz I’m sure. I’m expecting it will be a different thing, almost like Bizarro Gatsby, and I’ll just accept that that is that, and it’s not The Book. If most people could approach it like this, then that might be better. And on the subject of books and their films, has anyone read Cloud Atlas? Has anyone seen the film? I watched half an hour of it on the plane. More like Nose Atlas. All those prostheses, and it was just so confusing. I have the book, and I’ll try to read it but I’m expecting trouble.
I think I’m a bit delirious and I feel like I’m swaying here on the chair.
So, to bed. To bed. Hong Kong was mad and wonderful. I caught up with lots of old friends – one who lives there, another who was travelling through and who I see heaps in Melbourne and then other old friends who were passing through on their way home to Osaka from New Zealand. The first two ‘meets’ were planned before we left Australia, but the third lucky meeting was just one of those things that works out beautifully, like a gift from the universe.
So this week: what will you bring me? And what can I give?
* these are actually Teenagers, and mostly One Teenager. My daughter.
** I had congee for the first time and I adored it. I knew I would.