Thursday, November 18, 2004

International Jetsetter

GAH! Where has the week gone? How is it Thursday already?

I know I haven't been writing quite as much as usual. This is due, in part, to the fact that there is nuffin' much happening on the baby front. We may get some SA results for E. sometime next week, or we may not. We are a little confused how one goes about obtaining these, since the instructions for the test had big bold letters at the bottom in flashing neon saying: WE WILL NOT GIVE OUT RESULTS OVER THE TELEPHONE.

Well, OK, fair enough. But if we phone, will you tell us how to get the results? Or are we supposed to write to you to ask you to post us the results? Or fax them? Or will it be our special secret to share with our RE when we see him next? Oh, what a little mystery.

Another reason is that I am working quite long hours at the moment. This involves sitting at my desk in front of a computer, furrowing my brow and wracking my brains to come up with cogent, lucid and relevant material. I do this for an unbroken eight or nine hours a day, with a half hour for lunch, gulping some sustenance before returning to the salt mines. So you can probably understand why I haven't been exactly keen to come home to sit at my desk in front of the computer to wrack my brains to come up with witty & interesting posts.

Apart from the sheer brain strain, I find that the lower half of my body is perilously close to seizing up, or developing deep vein thrombosis. It's cold in the flat too, with the entirely inadequate heating system as found in most houses in this country, so every fifteen minutes or so I have to get up and run around to try to get the blood circulating. Which breaks the chain of thought.

Lastly, I have had lots of other scurrying around to do to get ready for my stint as an international jetsetter! I am really pleased at how my travel arrangements have worked out, even if it means a slightly insane schedule and needing about twenty five different types of clothing to accommodate all the different climates. This weekend, Amsterdam for E's birthday. Next weekend, Florida, to see my parents.

I think I may have already mentioned, I am something of an anxious traveler. I like to be at the airport six or seven hours early to board flights ( I jest, but not by much). I have a complicated handbag/carry-on arrangment and I always worry that somehow they won't let me on with both things, or try to make me check my carry-on. Since my handbag is invariably pushing my luck a bit, with something verging on a large tote stuffed to the gunnels with books, magazines and spare knickers. But there is no way I am parting with the carry-on either, which contains essentials such as larger presents, make-up, and clothes which I want to wear on the trip but worry will get lost if checked through. Did I mention there is a lot of worry involved together with luggage separation anxiety.

One of my travel nightmares nearly came true a few years ago. Coming home after Christmas, due to bad weather, we were routed through a different airport and made to stay overnight at a hotel before boarding an entirely different airline for the second leg home. This in itself would not have been a problem, except the airline seemed to think that our luggage, which we had checked at the start, should be sent on ahead on a DIFFERENT plane.

We tried to explain that really, this was inadvisable, since our bags would arrive about 12 hours ahead of us. Where said bags would go round and round on the carousel, uncollected. Until somebody decided to walk off with our stuff. Our bags, full of special Christmas pressies and goodies.

This was pre 9/11. Where the airlines still thought it was somehow sane to load up planes with bags with no passenger on board.

It took some serious cajoling to reunite us with our luggage. Shooting my best laser beam death ray eyes, I think I may have threatened, or um, volunteered to go into the holding bin or whatever to physically remove our items. To this day, E. refers to my encounter with the customer service representative in tones of hushed awe.

Also, it can be tricky to remember which passport to use when. And not get stopped, as I did several years ago, by the evil airline security for having the audacity to travel to a certain destination on a completely valid, yet somehow nonetheless "wrong" passport. I mean, really. Cut us international jetsetters/dual citizen types some slack, willya?!

I'll be back early next week, no doubt with lots of riotous stories to tell about our visit to Amsterdam. Even though we are very boring, and would certainly never engage in the kind of debauchery that apparently goes on there. Debauchery, us? Of course not. How could you think such a...well, I did hear a rumour there was a museum with a gigantic chair shaped like a penis. We might have to check that out.

I mean, it is a museum, after all. Culch-chure.


At 10:28 PM, Blogger Orodemniades said...

So how much underwear do you bring in your hand luggage? Cuz I pack about 3-4 pairs. Along with the books, water, money, passport, pen...


At 10:39 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm an anxious traveler too. I really do not fly well, terrible motion sickness.

I love Amsterdam. We went last year during the fall and I just fell in love with it. We went to the sex museums and we were diagnosed as infertile by then and we just laughed and laughed because by that point, sex had become completely useless to us unless performed by bitch nurses and useless doctors.

We stayed near the red light district (my husband is cheap and I could care, I'd rather spend the money on shoes) and we would wander through the alleys at night and I just remember these really fabulous belgian waffles they had dipped in chocolate. I made my hubby take me back every night for one. I loved those and the amazing french fries. Of course, ask me about a place and I'll tell you all about the food. I never wonder why I'm fat.

Have a great time.


At 12:26 AM, Blogger Toni said...

Have a great time...and enjoy the trip. Totally understand about the luggage. I've lost more luggage...

At 2:36 PM, Blogger Soper said...

Course, then there was the trip where I packed everything EXCEPT for underwear, Oro....

Y'all go to Amsterdam a lot. Hmm. Why would a train-spotter wanna be's favorite weekend get away be Amsterdam? Hmm, I wonder... What surprises me is that you go along for the ride, little missy. Although you ARE rather devious, me thinks you have more of a wild streak than you let on....My exciting weekend, you ask? Learning to smock and driving 8 hours with the hubby and the dog to Miss'ippi...Hope yours is better than mine....

At 2:51 PM, Blogger lobster girl said...

Have fun! Eat some brownies, and bring back a souvenir, would ya?

At 3:28 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Mare -

I haven't commented lately but have read every single morsel you have presented to us!! Much like you, it seems I barely have time to even exfoliate!!! ;-)

Ah Amsterdam...Such an interesting and truly beautiful place. I traveled there with my brother in 1990 - we skipped the sex museum for obvious reasons (with my brother?? ewwww!!!) but could not escape the undertones of the red light district. While sitting beneath a lovely fountain, a woman approached us and innocently asked "Ecstasy (the drug) for loverrrrss?????". Egads!!! Double ewww!!!

Have fun Mare!!

Fractured Fairytale

At 9:10 PM, Blogger Orodemniades said...

Ah, but Soper, I have done exactly that!

Never again, I tell you, never again...

Oro, who could actually use some new underwear, now that she thinks about it

At 11:26 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Mare... make sure to pack all your jetsetting couture wardrobe in your new troll bag. A lovely addition to any globe trotting infertile!

At 4:17 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Please keep the light green background - really did not like the black. Have a great time in Amsterdam!

At 10:22 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think debauchery can be very relaxing, and since that's all you need to do, RELAX, you should come back pregnant, right?

Have a great time,


At 1:03 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Must go see the penis chair. And sit on it, if you're allowed. Sit on it, even if you're not allowed. Must. Cuz maybe it is also a fertility god, the secret we've all we looking for.

And have a great trip(s)!
Middle Way


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