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Last Friday, I flew out of San Francisco after a glorious holiday. I am blest with some amazing friends, and I give thanks every day to Bookcrossing for being such a marvellous treasure of literate, generous, caring and quirky people.
Saturday. There was no Saturday, unless there were random bursts of it over the International Dateline, which we crossed somewhere near midnight. I looked out as dawn came, somewhere north of New Zealand, and the sight of the Southern Cross hanging over the wingtip told me I was back home again.
Sunday. We came in low over the coastline south of Sydney, circled around for the glide path over Botany Bay, and home again. Slight touch of giardia, and I really regretted picking up my bags as soon as I saw them on the carousel, because it seemed an age before I was through customs, rechecked, through security, on the transfer bus and into the lounge.
A couple of hours to spend having a shower, drinking coffee, catching up on email, and then the quick propjet flight to Canberra, where I was picked up by smiling family.
Distribution of goodies - the lollies/sweets/candy that had attracted the time-consuming interest of Customs - and then a nap. Somewhere along the way came the news that there wasn't going to be a cab for me to drive on Monday as planned. We went out to dinner at Mecca Bah in Manuka, coffee at Artoven, and life was good.
Monday and Tuesday just kind of passed by. The touch of the guts, a developing cold (probably pict up on the plane), and just general fatigue kept me in bed a lot of the time, so I was kind of glad there was no cab to drive, though heaven knows I need the income now.
Tuesday was especially galling, as it was Melbourne Cup day, and the night shift is a great one for earning money. Oh well. Went to see Kerri playing table tennis, and I drove back past the Kingston rank at about nine with no cabs and a lot of passengers waiting.
Wednesday, I pulled out the maps and dockets and tickets from the trip and began to paste them into my travel journal. Then the owner rings about noon, he's got a car ready and can I come pick it up? So I got DD to drive me over, picked up the cab, and had a nap before starting work at the usual time. I needed that nap.
Wednesday nights from now own are going to be taken up with Kerri's philosophy course, which takes about three hours out of the night. Enjoyable and intellectually stimulating. I spent a lot of time thinking hard about the material we were being given. It's fairly lightweight as philosophy goes, but the theme of the course ties in very well with my own recent thinking about how to make best use of my life.
Thursday was another light shift. It's quiet in Canberra, that's all there is to it. And there are too many cabs on the road. I bought a new modem - one without a wireless router.
Friday, I took advantage of an empty house to set up a new wireless network, feeding the modem into the Apple Time Capsule I bought a year ago. It claims that it will add into an existing network, but research (and experience) told me that unless that existing network was built on Apple products, forget it. So we now have a wireless network that cures many of the problems of the earlier one, does transparent backups, and enables wireless printing.
That night I bought an inverter for the car, running the Air off it. Typically I get maybe two hours of battery time, which isn't long enough to last me an entire shift. Particularly galling if I get hours of free time and want to do some work between passengers.
Saturday, we went shopping in the morning, and spent a lot of the rest of the day resting. Had a cider on the balcony in the late afternoon with Kerri and it was soooo pleasant. Lovely to be sitting out in the evening this time of year.
Last Friday, I flew out of San Francisco after a glorious holiday. I am blest with some amazing friends, and I give thanks every day to Bookcrossing for being such a marvellous treasure of literate, generous, caring and quirky people.
Saturday. There was no Saturday, unless there were random bursts of it over the International Dateline, which we crossed somewhere near midnight. I looked out as dawn came, somewhere north of New Zealand, and the sight of the Southern Cross hanging over the wingtip told me I was back home again.
Sunday. We came in low over the coastline south of Sydney, circled around for the glide path over Botany Bay, and home again. Slight touch of giardia, and I really regretted picking up my bags as soon as I saw them on the carousel, because it seemed an age before I was through customs, rechecked, through security, on the transfer bus and into the lounge.
A couple of hours to spend having a shower, drinking coffee, catching up on email, and then the quick propjet flight to Canberra, where I was picked up by smiling family.
Distribution of goodies - the lollies/sweets/candy that had attracted the time-consuming interest of Customs - and then a nap. Somewhere along the way came the news that there wasn't going to be a cab for me to drive on Monday as planned. We went out to dinner at Mecca Bah in Manuka, coffee at Artoven, and life was good.
Monday and Tuesday just kind of passed by. The touch of the guts, a developing cold (probably pict up on the plane), and just general fatigue kept me in bed a lot of the time, so I was kind of glad there was no cab to drive, though heaven knows I need the income now.
Tuesday was especially galling, as it was Melbourne Cup day, and the night shift is a great one for earning money. Oh well. Went to see Kerri playing table tennis, and I drove back past the Kingston rank at about nine with no cabs and a lot of passengers waiting.
Wednesday, I pulled out the maps and dockets and tickets from the trip and began to paste them into my travel journal. Then the owner rings about noon, he's got a car ready and can I come pick it up? So I got DD to drive me over, picked up the cab, and had a nap before starting work at the usual time. I needed that nap.
Wednesday nights from now own are going to be taken up with Kerri's philosophy course, which takes about three hours out of the night. Enjoyable and intellectually stimulating. I spent a lot of time thinking hard about the material we were being given. It's fairly lightweight as philosophy goes, but the theme of the course ties in very well with my own recent thinking about how to make best use of my life.
Thursday was another light shift. It's quiet in Canberra, that's all there is to it. And there are too many cabs on the road. I bought a new modem - one without a wireless router.
Friday, I took advantage of an empty house to set up a new wireless network, feeding the modem into the Apple Time Capsule I bought a year ago. It claims that it will add into an existing network, but research (and experience) told me that unless that existing network was built on Apple products, forget it. So we now have a wireless network that cures many of the problems of the earlier one, does transparent backups, and enables wireless printing.
That night I bought an inverter for the car, running the Air off it. Typically I get maybe two hours of battery time, which isn't long enough to last me an entire shift. Particularly galling if I get hours of free time and want to do some work between passengers.
Saturday, we went shopping in the morning, and spent a lot of the rest of the day resting. Had a cider on the balcony in the late afternoon with Kerri and it was soooo pleasant. Lovely to be sitting out in the evening this time of year.
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Date: 2009-11-07 08:02 pm (UTC)Will you share worthwhile points from the philosophy course please?
How did customs distinguish between which candies etc they let you take through and which they thought posed a threat?
Enjoy your new cab.
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