Well, I've had a few technical problems. Grr. I packed my computer in India at the end of July, and expected it would be in Singapore within a couple of weeks of my arrival at mid-August. Nooooo. I've just learned it's actually still in India, and once it gets ON a boat - will not get here for another 4-8 weeks.
I've become rather cranky being off-line, so Peter took pity on me and borrowed a laptop from his office IT department until mine arrives. YAY!
The trip over from the US was no less than 25 hours and 4 minutes. I flew Singapore Airlines and wow, they know how to run a first class plane! They offer no less than four opportunities for dinner on the flight from LAX to Singapore. The choice was between a Western meal or the Asian offering. The western meal consisted of braised duck in a thick tamarind sauce served with Nonya vegetable stew and steamed rice. Really? I've never seen that on the Dairy Queen menu. I had to wonder what the Asian offering was. Well, that would be the minced chicken matsukaze simmered prawns, mustard lotus root sea steamed bream rolled in egg. Ugh. I passed on dinner. All four of them. I can't think of much worse than greeting my beloved after three weeks apart, with bed head hair and a bloated duck belly. I got to ride in the top of one of those A-380's, and slept all the way to Tokyo, where we all had to get off so they could change crew and clean the plane.
I've never been to Japan before so was eager to check out the lounge. My first impression is: The Japanese are a really refined people. REALLY refined. I made a bee-line to the restroom, and they have raised the act of "squeezing one out" to a euphoric event of epic proportions. Imagine: just as your pert little butt cheeks graze the toilet seat, not only does the heat radiate up through your entire body, but your senses are treated to surround sounds of rain pelting down all around. Talk about your "ahh" experience. I think I accidentally meditated.
Anyway, I reached my final destination on Sunday, August 9th. It's beautiful here. Very green and lush, but that's because it rains nearly everyday, and that's wrecking havoc with my hair. But all in all, a great place to spend the next bit of time.
Before I get into any deep subjects though, I need to give a MASSIVE shout out to my good writing-buddy-sista-friend and Webmistress Extraordinaire – R.K., AKA Kiana’s Kreations. She designed and set up my web page even though I thoroughly tested her patience, acted like a total prat and made her question if I was really worth all the trouble.I know my attention span is shorter than Miley Cyrus’ hair, but R.K. pretended not to notice, and even though I acted like a demanding, raggedy princess (doesn’t happen often, but it totally made my day) she created exactly what I wanted! So, if you need a webpage developed (here’s my shameless plug) contact her at Kiana’s Kreations, her link is in the lower right hand corner of my home page. Okay, tatty princess acting out over with, and lacking any clear or obvious threats from third world countries, I’m ready to resume my blog.
Big announcement! Peter and I are currently in transit to Singapore, where we will be living for the next 2.5 or more years. These things are never quite certain. What is certain is we like it. We found a place near the marina, and are hovering (literally, Peter is in a plane somewhere over Asia) waiting to get the keys to the place. I’m chilling in Colorado until he sends me the secret handshake or the keys that will get us in the door of our new digs with all our grubby necessities. My days of smuggling loo roll and laundry soap appear to be over!
In the meantime, I’m working my little arse off doing promos for THE OLIVE PICKER. Truth is, I’m not the best marketer. I’d rather be writing, or sailing, or feeding the wildlife with my leftover kitchen failures, or just about anything other than marketing. Blogging is a great diversion, probably because it involves writing. The thing I like best about writing is I don’t have to get dressed, or take a shower right away, or even brush my teeth. Emphasis on the “right away,” I’m not a total slob. But I do veg out when I’m writing. That works well until I’m forced to do some marketing. Then, I’m all matching shoes and OMG why isn’t there anything in my closet, and when did my roots turn gray, and I even worry about under ware. Ugh. See the problem? But, it’s kind of good to get out of the house now and then and see real live people instead of just playing with the weird ones in my head, which, by the way, currently include a prematurely balding man with a comb over and an incontinence problem, a sex starved cook steaming a chicken, and a three legged dog named Tripod. There is also a kindly gray haired neighbor who comes over and makes me cocktails at noon. (She’s fiction – but I really like her.) No plot has formed yet, but I’m having fun writing.
That’s all for now. Have a great day,