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Apr. 30th, 2015 03:13 pmI probably should not have stayed for the whole three and a half hours of dress rehearsal last night, because this morning I practically had to haul myself out of bed with a crane. (And the first thing I did was step on a teeny little piece of glass I had missed cleaning up on Tuesday, and cut my foot.) But at least I managed to go buy a SD card reader before the rehearsal, so I know that I got a couple of pretty decent underwater videos, one of which ought to be called "Photobombed by Fish". I also got some pretty good still photos of on-island stuff. I guess my photography is getting better.
The Hairy Beasts seem to have remembered how the routine goes when I'm home, although they do still want to be wherever I am most of the time. That's fine by me, except I have to keep telling Lily she makes an absolutely piss-poor window when she's trying to park herself between me and the computer.
I quit counting what I ate while I was gone, but I also cut back on actual meals. Partly because while the resort food was quite good, it wasn't cheap ($28 entrees for dinner), partly because I was there for long enough to have gotten bored with the menu if I had eaten lunch and dinner every day, and partly because trying to count what's available to eat in any given airport is just adding hassle to being in the airport in the first place. I brought trail mix with me (and had to declare it on the way in; Australia wants to know about nuts, seeds, etc. on their customs forms, although I think they mostly want to know about anything that might sprout if you planted it) and had that for breakfast most days, and for either lunch or dinner depending on the day. The weather was such that I didn't really want more than one big meal per day anyway. Now that I'm home, I start counting again tomorrow. I still fit into my work pants, so I don't think I gained that much.
All that aside, I have now eaten kangaroo and liked it (tastes like beef, only more so, and the grain is a little different), eaten Vegemite and filed it under "would eat if starving" (smells like brewer's yeast, tastes like salt), and eaten the best scallops I can ever remember eating (seared, topped with garlic and sitting on some sort of foam that was very tasty).
Because I volunteered to be bumped off my original DFW-BOS flight, I got a $200 voucher. Mostly I volunteered because I was having an acute attack of tour stomach (also known as stomach saying "You're exhausted and you want me to process WHAT? And eating it was a good idea WHY?") and was perfectly happy not to get on a plane with it at that instant minute. By the time I finally left DFW, I was feeling better in the innards, although still exhausted. The airline moved my seat from back row window to middle row aisle to put a young kid and her mother sitting together, and then when I got on the plane I switched seats in the middle row with a slightly older kid who wanted to sit next to his sister, so I ended up with a middle seat. And then the 60-year-old perfect stranger in the aisle seat fell asleep on my shoulder for half an hour, and woke up 10 minutes after we had taken off. After 20 minutes of being slept on and having the kid and his sister laughing at me across the aisle because they weren't being slept on, I decided that the whole situation was so completely absurd and I was so completely brain dead that I wasn't sure whether to laugh, cry, or be Zen about it. By way of recording it for posterity, I took my first and only selfie. I utterly loathe selfies, but that was about the only thing I could do. And now I know what I look like after 17 hours of airplanes, nine hours of airports, two hours of sleep, and a bout of tour stomach.
So what am I going to do with a $200 airline voucher? Something domestic, I think.
The Hairy Beasts seem to have remembered how the routine goes when I'm home, although they do still want to be wherever I am most of the time. That's fine by me, except I have to keep telling Lily she makes an absolutely piss-poor window when she's trying to park herself between me and the computer.
I quit counting what I ate while I was gone, but I also cut back on actual meals. Partly because while the resort food was quite good, it wasn't cheap ($28 entrees for dinner), partly because I was there for long enough to have gotten bored with the menu if I had eaten lunch and dinner every day, and partly because trying to count what's available to eat in any given airport is just adding hassle to being in the airport in the first place. I brought trail mix with me (and had to declare it on the way in; Australia wants to know about nuts, seeds, etc. on their customs forms, although I think they mostly want to know about anything that might sprout if you planted it) and had that for breakfast most days, and for either lunch or dinner depending on the day. The weather was such that I didn't really want more than one big meal per day anyway. Now that I'm home, I start counting again tomorrow. I still fit into my work pants, so I don't think I gained that much.
All that aside, I have now eaten kangaroo and liked it (tastes like beef, only more so, and the grain is a little different), eaten Vegemite and filed it under "would eat if starving" (smells like brewer's yeast, tastes like salt), and eaten the best scallops I can ever remember eating (seared, topped with garlic and sitting on some sort of foam that was very tasty).
Because I volunteered to be bumped off my original DFW-BOS flight, I got a $200 voucher. Mostly I volunteered because I was having an acute attack of tour stomach (also known as stomach saying "You're exhausted and you want me to process WHAT? And eating it was a good idea WHY?") and was perfectly happy not to get on a plane with it at that instant minute. By the time I finally left DFW, I was feeling better in the innards, although still exhausted. The airline moved my seat from back row window to middle row aisle to put a young kid and her mother sitting together, and then when I got on the plane I switched seats in the middle row with a slightly older kid who wanted to sit next to his sister, so I ended up with a middle seat. And then the 60-year-old perfect stranger in the aisle seat fell asleep on my shoulder for half an hour, and woke up 10 minutes after we had taken off. After 20 minutes of being slept on and having the kid and his sister laughing at me across the aisle because they weren't being slept on, I decided that the whole situation was so completely absurd and I was so completely brain dead that I wasn't sure whether to laugh, cry, or be Zen about it. By way of recording it for posterity, I took my first and only selfie. I utterly loathe selfies, but that was about the only thing I could do. And now I know what I look like after 17 hours of airplanes, nine hours of airports, two hours of sleep, and a bout of tour stomach.
So what am I going to do with a $200 airline voucher? Something domestic, I think.
